The Morning After A Party Descriptive example essay topic

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My head is pounding as if someone is shaking it furiously. I slowly look around and see an all too familiar setting. I gradually rise off the disgusting floor, which is soaking in beer, and glance around the basement. Moving through the crowd of intoxicated people, I see my older brother unconsciously lying under a herd of unruly people. The mysterious thought of why I am laying on the floor instead of my own comfortable bed incessantly crosses my mind. All of the sudden, the painstaking sound of the ringing telephone upstairs interrupts stream of thoughts.

Trying desperately to stop the painstaking sound of the telephone, my foot slips in a pool of rancid vomit that has garnished my kitchen floor. The nauseating smell of it overtakes my weakened body and I am in a state of utter disgust. After I peel my inebriated body off of the kitchen floor, I pick up the phone in order to hear the sound of the end of my life. It's the woman who makes all my decisions and holds my fragile life in the palm of her hand - my mother. A sharp pain consumes my body like a knife stabbing me in the stomach.

The sound of her voice repeating in my head reminds me that she will be home in less than five hours. She unhesitatingly hangs up the phone without giving me a chance to stall her. It seemed as though she knew what my brother and I were up to, having over 130 people over at the house for three days straight. I violently wake up my brother, and tell him the devastatingly disturbing news. He throws off his friends as if they were rag dolls, and announces "the party is over".

Half-drunken people rapidly start to clean up the swarm of rotten food and skunked beer. Lysol absolves the potent smell of alcohol, and within two hours the house is looking brand new. It is already half passed five, seeming as though the time flew by, I anxiously look out the window. Goosebumps quickly encase my skin as I start to feel queasy. My family walks in the large front door and slowly enters the kitchen. My palms start to sweat and my heart is fiercely pounding, yet they notice nothing.

I feel as if a huge anvil has been lifted off my body. To this day my family has never heard about or suspected the huge, awesome, and gigantic party my brother and I threw two weeks before we left for college..