Context and Reflection:
I chose to do a “Slice of Life.” I wrote this “Slice of Life” a few months ago. This Slice of life is about how chaotic Monday mornings are for me at my house. This Monday morning in particular was not the best. The learning I am “showing off” is descriptive writing. Last year my writing wasn’t as descriptive as it is now. I chose this particular piece because it shows my ability of description as a writer.
The piece:
Monday Battles
My alarm goes off signaling it is 6:45 A.M. Time to get up and start a new week. I grumble just to think that it was Monday again. My mind and body urge me to stay in my warm and comfortable bed. Even though I was still tired, I knew that I had to get up.
I successfully dragged myself outside the bathroom door, only to find it locked. I think I heard someone in the shower. Steam was coming through the door’s cracks making my skin feel hot and humid. I gritted my teeth and knocked on the door loud enough so the person showering would hear me. No one answered. With my back against the smooth wood of the door, I slowly slid down and sat on the cold hard ground.
My eyes were feeling as heavy as metal and I can barely keep myself awake. My elbows were resting on my knees, and my palms supporting my wobbly head while I closed my eyes for a brief moment.
The sound of an opening door startled me and made me sit up straight. I see my dad coming out of his room with a smile from ear to ear. “Why are you in such a good mood?” annoyance dripping from every word. “Good morning to you too?” My dad looks at me strangely and keeps walking. My back it still facing the bathroom door and I began to feel my face growing hot. I got up with such velocity that I got a bit dizzy for a split second. Blood pumping faster, I knock on the door a second time.
Complete silence. Only the sound of falling water could be heard. I jerked my head only to find it’s 7:20. Frustration and anger build at the pit of my stomach quickly spreading through my veins. I knock hard on the door one last time. My breath grew heavy and my face hotter by the second.
The bathroom door finally opened. Peering into the bathroom, a short figure emerged from it with a grin and an evil twinkle in his eyes. I impatiently waited for my little brother to finally come out “Sorry. We ran out of hot water…” He said. Not trying to hide what he had done.
Feeling exasperated, I notice that his hair is not even wet and that he is fully clothed. I glared at him. He know I know what he did. In return I receive laughter. “ Ahhhhh, Mondays…” I said already feeling tired.
I successfully dragged myself outside the bathroom door, only to find it locked. I think I heard someone in the shower. Steam was coming through the door’s cracks making my skin feel hot and humid. I gritted my teeth and knocked on the door loud enough so the person showering would hear me. No one answered. With my back against the smooth wood of the door, I slowly slid down and sat on the cold hard ground.
My eyes were feeling as heavy as metal and I can barely keep myself awake. My elbows were resting on my knees, and my palms supporting my wobbly head while I closed my eyes for a brief moment.
The sound of an opening door startled me and made me sit up straight. I see my dad coming out of his room with a smile from ear to ear. “Why are you in such a good mood?” annoyance dripping from every word. “Good morning to you too?” My dad looks at me strangely and keeps walking. My back it still facing the bathroom door and I began to feel my face growing hot. I got up with such velocity that I got a bit dizzy for a split second. Blood pumping faster, I knock on the door a second time.
Complete silence. Only the sound of falling water could be heard. I jerked my head only to find it’s 7:20. Frustration and anger build at the pit of my stomach quickly spreading through my veins. I knock hard on the door one last time. My breath grew heavy and my face hotter by the second.
The bathroom door finally opened. Peering into the bathroom, a short figure emerged from it with a grin and an evil twinkle in his eyes. I impatiently waited for my little brother to finally come out “Sorry. We ran out of hot water…” He said. Not trying to hide what he had done.
Feeling exasperated, I notice that his hair is not even wet and that he is fully clothed. I glared at him. He know I know what he did. In return I receive laughter. “ Ahhhhh, Mondays…” I said already feeling tired.
About the Author:
My name is Alma Cordero. I am a 7th grade student at DeWitt. My writing has improved a lot since 6th grade. It has improved the most in descriptive writing. Last year my writing was very basic, It lacked details which made it really boring. This year however, I have learned many helpful techniques such as imagery that make my writing more interesting. I feel that this piece shows how much that I have improved as a growing author, and shows my creativity in writing about daily life problems.
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