Hatchet River Descriptive Writing

I arrived at the town of Hatchet River and immediately felt as though I were an outsider. People came out of their houses just to watch me drive by as though they could sense that I did not belong there. The truck that I had rented felt gigantic on the cracked narrow streets, making me stick out even more. It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone and I suppose that they preferred to keep it that way. Feeling anxious, I began to itch away at a bug bite on the back of my neck. I hoped and prayed to find my Grandfather’s house soon so that I could get out of the eye of the townspeople.
While stopped at a stoplight, I took another look at the directions my Father had begrudgingly scribbled down for me. I was getting close to the right street. I looked up and saw a young girl standing in front of my truck. Her eyes were an almost unnatural shade of bright blue and they were staring right at me. The light changed to …show more content…
Without realizing it, I had been itching at my neck the whole time until I pulled my hand away and found my fingertips red with blood. I cursed and sprung to my feet. Holding my neck, feeling the sting under my palm, I sprinted towards the kitchen and prayed that the tap was still working. Skin picking had always been a nasty habit of mine ever since I was a teenager and it always found a way of creeping back when it was least welcome. The scars on my face had always made me very popular with the ladies, of course.
I turned the handle and breathed a sigh of relief when water began to pour out of the tap. I found the tea towel that looked the most clean and ran it under the water. As I pressed the wet towel against the cut on my neck, I realized that the kitchen window had a nice view overlooking the forest. The colourful branches swayed in the breeze and I opened up the window to hear the sound. I always found the sound of trees in the wind to be calming when I was feeling