descriptive composition“So Kaiden, could you describe Torin for me?”
Kaiden looked around the room from the couch in her Shrink’s office. She had been there for about an hour now. She looked at the colourless walls, and the plain silver clock. She begged those minutes to go by faster. The office’s blinds were always shut, the carpet too big for the floor so it bunched up in places.
“Kaiden pay attention please”
She snapped back.
“Oh, uh, sorry.. What was the question?” she asked quietly.
“What does Torin look like?” he repeated.
She hated describing him; actually she wasn’t fond of him altogether. He made her lose her friends, forget things, and get into a lot of trouble.
“Uh, well.. He’s darker, has long hair, and is quite tall.” She said.
“I see, and does h..”
The shrink was cut off by Kaiden jumping up and shouting
And she ran out the door.
She breathed in a huge lung-full of fresh air, and slowly let it out. Her runners hit the pavement hard. She walked hom