About Writing Essay

Reads: 264  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little story/essay i wrote in my freshman year, creative writing class. We had to come up with a creative way to answer these questions about ourselves so its a little about me as well

Submitted: November 01, 2014

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 01, 2014



Brooke stood in the doorway of her writing class. She was the only junior girl in the class. The teacher sat at her desk the other students waiting for class to start. She stepped in and walked up to the teacher’s desk. The boys watched her as she talked to the teacher and handed her a slip of paper.

Brooke turned and walked to an empty seat. It was in the front of the room. Brooke shift a few strands of her brown hair behind her shoulder. She set her bag under her feet and opened her journal. She took the pencil from behind her ear and started to write.

Her beautiful handwriting swirled across the paper. She put the paper number at the top of the top. A junior boy leaned over.

“Page 135? Wow you like to write don’t you?” the boy asked as he read what was on the page.

“Well I guess I do,” Brooke said as she continued to write.

“Oh I am Aaron,” he said offering her his hand.

“Brooke White,” Brooke said setting her pencil down and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Aaron said with a smile.

“You too,” Brooke said as she picked up her pencil. She started to write again. Then the bell for class to start rang. Brooke closed her journal and put her pencil behind her ear. The teacher climbed to her feet and stood behind a desk.

“ Good morning class we have a new student in class today,” she said as she looked at Brooke.  “Miss Brooke White,” the teacher added.

Brooke rose to her feet and turned to look at the class. “Hello I am Brooke White, and I moved here from Miami, Florida,” Brooke said as she smiled shyly. The class nodded and Brooke sat back down.

“Welcome to your second day of creative writing class,” the teacher said as she looked at the students. “Know I want you to pair up as I pass out worksheet. Brooke sighed as she took her pencil out from behind her ear again. Aaron leaned over her shoulder.

“Do you want to partner?” he asked.

“Um, sure,” Brooke said with a smile.

David pulled a chair over and sat down next to her. The teacher walked by and placed a paper on the desk. Brooke wrote her name on the top. Aaron wrote his name next to hers and started to read the questions. Aaron answered his with an A next to them. He handed the paper over to Brooke.

She took the paper and read it over them she started to write.

The first question was: When did you first start writing? Did anyone encourage you in Elementary School? Were you involved in any special writing projects?

Brooke wrote: I first started writing stories around second grade. I think my 5th grade teacher was the one who inspired me to start writing about what I do now. I remember writing book for my mother when I was in Elementary school. They were a Christmas present.

The next question read: In middle school were there any experiences you can recall or anyone who was supportive of your writing? What assignments have you had involving writing?

I think in middle school my favorite English teacher inspired me to write whenever I had the chance. I have done a lot of free time creative writing but I also do book reports, Research papers, Essays, and I love to do poetry.

Next Question: Have you been proud of anything you have written or really liked a piece you created, even if it was never passed in for a grade or even if it never received any recognition?

I wrote a poem about rain. The teacher, and everyone who read it loved it. It was kind of dark but fit the subject really well. I was just in a dark mood when I wrote it.

Last question: If you don’t like writing, why do you think this is?

I have always loved writing. I think if I didn’t like writing class I would have to say that was because I don’t see things the way some people write or how to write something the way it should be done.

Brooke finished writing and set her pencil done. Aaron was talking to one of his friends when Brooke climbed to her feet and brought the teacher their paper.

“Thank you Brooke,” The teacher said as she smiled at her. Brooke nodded and went back to her seat. Then the bell rang. Brooke gathered her things and slipped from the classroom out into the hall. 

© Copyright 2019 kitten2012. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: