Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 868 Words

A few days later I get a call from my mom while I write out notes to a song under the tree. I haven’t spoken to my mom since he left. I haven’t spoken much to anyone, really. â€Å"Ella.† She says softly. â€Å"Uhm- Hi mom?† â€Å"Have you heard?† I’m confused, and she can surely tell by the lack of response. â€Å"Your grandmother passed away today. I’m sorry, baby.† I let out a long breath, â€Å"Okay.† Before I hang up and rest my head against the tree and shut my eyes. I don’t even want to put my headphones on to escape to another place. Today I am not flying away. I am weighted down by a heaviness that sits in my chest. I keep my eyes closed while listening to the sounds around me in the park when someone sits down beside me. â€Å"Hello.† Gavin says†¦show more content†¦Once I finally find Gavin I make my way over to him. He’s playing his guitar with his eyes closed like the music takes him to another place. I’ve never been the kind of person to disturb a person when they look so focused but today I find myself moving to sit down beside him. He continues strumming a beautiful song and I’m almost too scared to stop him. His fingers move from string to string smoothly while his other hand strums in sync. He looks up from the guitar after I lightly bump my elbow against his and smiles so wide I wonder if it hurts a bit. â€Å"ELLA!† He says surprised. â€Å"uh. Hello.† The lack of music suddenly makes me uncomfortable so I do the only thing my brain can think of. â€Å"Hey. Are you hungry?† I didn’t know it was possible but his smile grows even wider. Twenty minutes later, Gavin and I are lying on my living room floor, passing boxes of Chinese food back and forth to one another. Once the food is finished, we start having random conversations, accompanied by Gavin’s random singing. â€Å"Do you want to be best friends?† He asks seriously. â€Å"Gavin. We hardly know each other.† â€Å"I’m Gavin, you’re Ella. That’s knowing enough, innit?† Looking around the room, I give it thought for a few seconds then nod. â€Å"Okay fine. We can be best friends.† Gavin lets out a little, â€Å"Yayyyyy† before lifting his hands in the air and clapping enthusiastically. The clapping doesn’t stop for about 3 minutes before I sit