5 Paragraph Essays for 10th English

Grace- A Discription

She was soft, but not in the way of ones before her. Her light blonde hair seemed not to hold nor carry the sunlight surrounding us, but rather the light seemed to cling to her and golden sparkles fell with her every step. Her name is of no real importance, but for the sake of this tale, I will call her Grace.I watched as she walked past a bench; this particular bench was heavily shaded by the greening trees above it. I wondered to myself why she didn't rest, it was a hot and sunny summer day; then again an air conditioned building was only a few moments away. She opened the door and the sunlight seemed to follow her in. I stood in my place, wondering how she did it. With every day, she brought light with her; secretly, I will always believe that darkness feared her.

I walked farther, to the bench at least, and breathed in the sweet smell of summer; tinted with the smell of nearby fast food restaurants, of course. I walked a few more paces until I was at the door. I took a few stable breathes before I dared to look through the doorway window. I saw her standing in the opposite doorway; sunlight forever imprinted onto her. I walked in and she turned after hearing the door slam shut behind me. I flinched of course; her eyes made me smile no matter how hard I tried to resist. She smiled back at me, her perfect teeth gleaming below the ceiling lights. She calls my name, and I call back; a shared ritual that never ceases to amaze me.

Though we obviously know who we are, I believe it assures us of the hidden secrets that we both have to keep. I don't hide many secrets from Grace; to her I am an open book with chapters of turnable pages. When it comes to Grace though, I may as well be clueless. I believe she is like me; I let you, what I want you to know, unless I trust you more than I trust myself. I trust Grace. I watch as her gaze turns to the court. "A junior high basketball game" I thought, remembering fondly the fails of my first steps onto my safe haven. She smiled, as if she were remembering her own first steps.

A buzzer went off and we departed; thankfully we were going the same way. I had news, and though it was something terrible, I wanted to tell her. She saw the rest of our team, and began chatting away before I could find the words to break my truth to her. Every time I got put in that game, I was skittish, but I kept my composure and played like the pro that I wanted to be. I couldn't allow myself to think about what would come after the game. But, as all great moments do, the game passed and I was left alone with Grace. I called her name and she look up at me and blinked once with her softening blue eyes; it was as though she could tell my news was grim. I told her that this may be the last time we saw each other, and after I did, she did something unexpected; Grace smiled at me.

She replied to me in three simple words, "No it isn't." She stated this as a fact, and though I knew she was probably wrong, I believed her. She smiled at me again, and the sunlight from the windows enhanced her angelic features; Light blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a fear piercing smile. I knew then that as long as Grace was alive and well, I would be to. She turned and shot; perfect swish. She smiled at this accomplishment; I laughed, "She has made hundreds of these shots, yet she is still amazed by her own skill.". I turned away from her and before I left the court I shouted my personal good-bye. I smiled as she put the ball down, waved, and replied the same.

See ya- See ya...