Descriptive Essay - Original Writing
I was moving to Forks; a small town in the north part of Washington state. I haven’t been there in years, not since I was 13 to be exact. It was the town where my dad (Charlie) lived, I used to spend summers with him, but I haven’t in years.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. But Forks is where I needed to be, it was where everyone needed me.
“Have a safe flight, call me when you can. And tell your dad I said hi.” Renée -a free-spirited young gal who (essentially) threw me to the wolves was now telling me goodbye- said handing me my bag. She didn’t want me to ruin her prefect relationship with my ‘rebellious teenage youth’. She just got married to a guy almost half her age and she didn’t want me around so they could be alone. Gross. She told Charlie that I wanted to come down, that it was my idea to move schools mid-year and start over.
Looking back on it; it was the best thing I’ve ever done.
“Thanks mom, I will.” She kissed me on the cheek and I walked to the airport, ready as I’ll ever be for the four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. I loved flying, but I…