Middle School Descriptive Writing

There was a store on the corner of Benson and Terrace Ave. Most who walked past pay little attention, for it was old and beaten down. The brick structure was covered in old faded graffiti with cracked windows and no sign to say it was open. Teenagers would dare each other to go in at night but none of them ever came back. So the store on the corner of Zwing and Terrance Avenue stayed where it was with police tape surrounding the cracked brick.
However, to the people inside it was beautiful. The tall ceilings and their wooden supports framed the cracked windows where the light filtered through the old tinted glass. Stained glass chandeliers hung from the faded bricks that made up the ceiling. There was old floral couches that looked like they …show more content…
Her father had gotten a new job as the IT guy for some small mattress company. Her parents had enrolled her in Warwick Middle School; they had been given a tour last week after school had just gotten out so their was only a few kids left wandering the halls. They walked into the cafeteria which looked like it could feed an army and Yvonne felt her throat tightened making it hard to swallow. In her school back in Michigan there was at most 300 kids and that was pushing it.
Her parents had bought a quaint, fairly small cottage type suburban house with a neatly trimmed grass yard and a row of flowers against the outside wall. Every house on the street had the same design with the same boring yard. The house next door was a pale pink with brown terra cotta roof and two drooling, yapping lap dogs that would bite at her ankles through the white picket fence as she’d walk past their house.
The man across the street was always home, lying in the hottub with his old radio playing the baseball game. His decaying fence was short enough that she could easily see him shirtless in his backyard. His house had ivy crawling up the walls up to the brown gutter where sunflowers grew up to the sky making the house look older than it was. His chocolate lab was the same in its mannerisms; it was always lying in the yard never wanting to use the energy it took to go for a walk or buy the groceries. Slowing aging …show more content…
Her sheets were packed away in some unlabeled box that would take hours to find. She decided to sleep on the couch while wishing her parents had installed the TV when they had first gotten there. She pulled a measly blanket over herself and let herself shiver until she fell asleep. Everyday after school Yvonne had to walk move in the blistering heat for two miles since her father was working later hours and her mother couldn’t be bothered to even look up from writing her stupid book.Yvonne hated that book; how does such a boring person write an even mildly interesting book. Knowing her mother it would be like every typical romance novel bored housewives who were unsatisfied with their marriage. She was also bitter that her mother was so preoccupied with herself she could even take a ten minute drive to pick up her daughter. So Yvonne walked home.
Everyday she passed the old destroyed brick building on the corner of Benson and Terrance, never going in. The place gave her the chills and she would hurry past it head down, arms around her chest. Her felt like there was someone staring at the back of her head no matter which direction she faced. The seemed to look down at her from a high angle, and they seemed to want something. At first she thought she was going crazy; she was paranoid. Telling herself that no one is there and walking as fast as she could, she walked