Descriptive Essay - Original Writing
As I entered my apartment, a movement startled me. Surprised by the sight of John Prescott sitting on my sofa, I approached him furiously. “What are you doing here? You scared me to death.” I yelled. He laughed. “You never call me back. You told me you were going to call and you never did.
Walking straight into my bedroom, I dropped my purse and briefcase on top of my dresser leaving my suitcase by the door. He followed me to my room. The familiarity of his presence in my apartment felt troubling. “We need to talk.” He said, but at that moment, my cell phone rang and without checking the caller id, I answered it. Before I could voiced my normal greeting, I heard, “It has been only hours since I last kissed you and I can still taste your lipstick. I miss you. I had a hard on just thinking about last night. Have dinner with me Saturday night.”
My face paled as an uncomfortable silent spread around the room. After a long pause, he asked. “Is everything alright?” I whispered, “John is here. Can I call you later?”
Brian did not responded to me for what it seemed like an eternity. When he finally replied he was livid. “What is he doing in your apartment, Isabel?” Exasperated, I replied, “Apparently he still has a key to my place. He was waiting for me inside when I arrived.”
“WHAT?” Brian yelled angrily, forcing me…