A quick write:
Her word choice! Fluency!
Ella Rivers is a 16-year-old artist who sketches detailed worlds in her notebook.
Ella’s bedroom is a cozy, artistic haven that reflects her creative spirit. The walls are painted a soft lavender, adorned with her sketches and paintings pinned up haphazardly, covering every inch. A large bay window with a cushioned seat overlooks the misty sea, perfect for daydreaming and sketching.
Her bed, covered with a patchwork quilt, sits against one wall, piled high with colorful throw pillows. A wooden desk cluttered with art supplies—pencils, paints, brushes, and stacks of sketchbooks—rests under a wall-mounted bookshelf overflowing with fantasy novels and art books. Fairy lights drape around the room, casting a warm, magical glow in the evenings. The floor is scattered with art materials and crumpled papers, a testament to her constant flow of ideas.
In one corner, an easel holds her latest work-in-progress, and a vintage record player on a small table plays soft music while she works. The room is a perfect blend of chaos and comfort, a sanctuary where Ella’s imagination comes to life.
Another one using her VOCAB WORDS
The Bickering Bunch
The Monteros family set off for a weekend getaway, the car loaded with bags, snacks, and an air thick with tension. Riley, sitting in the back seat, was already irritated, her mood sharp. She threw a glance at Emily, who was staring out the window, pensive as ever, lost in thought. Without warning, Riley slapped her on the arm, hard enough to make Emily flinch.
“Hey!” Emily yelped, rubbing the spot where Riley had hit her. “What was that for?”
Riley glared at her. “You were staring at me. Stop looking at me like that.”
“What?” Emily’s voice was quiet, confused. “I wasn’t looking at you.”
“Oh, please,” Riley snapped, crossing her arms. “I know when you’re thinking your little thoughts about how I’m being annoying. Just stop.”
Emily sat back, her patience quickly evaporating. “You’re the one who’s being annoying right now!”
Mark, who had been silent in the front seat, let out a deep sigh, clearly uninterested in the drama unfolding in the back. “Can you guys’ just chill for once? It’s a long drive; I don’t need this.”
Riley rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. Instead, she huffed loudly, clearly put off by Emily’s reaction.
Their mother, who had been trying to keep the peace, glanced at them nervously through the rearview mirror. “Can we just try to have one day where no one hits anyone?” she said, her voice quiet but weary.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Mark muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat, clearly resigned to the chaos.
Riley, her usual oblique attitude taking over, turned to look out the window. “I don’t even care,” she said under her breath, though her words were sharp and angry.
Their mother, usually magnanimous in her attempts to keep things calm, clenched her jaw. “I’m serious. No more fighting, please.”
The squabbling died down a little, but the tension lingered. Ava, their younger sibling, started to argue with Jake about who would get the front seat on the way back. Jake teased her about her “territorial” behavior, and the arguing quickly escalated again. Emily was caught in the crossfire, trying to keep everything from exploding.
“I don’t get why you always think you’re the boss, Em!” Jake said, leaning forward with a teasing grin.
Emily shot him a frustrated glare. “I’m not the boss! But can we please just have one trip where we’re not fighting?”
Ava, still upset about her seat, scowled. “Yeah, why are you always so serious, Em? Can’t you just have fun for once?”
Riley, who had grown quiet again, added, “Maybe you should just chill out and stop thinking so much.”
Their mother, now visibly frustrated, took a deep breath. “Alright, no more fighting. I’m serious,” she said, her tone peremptory as she tried to regain control of the situation.
The tension remained, but something unexpected broke the silence. In the backseat, a small voice spoke up. “Can you stop fighting?”
The kids all turned, surprised, to see little Lily—just 2 years old—sitting in her car seat with big, innocent eyes. Their baby sister had been quiet up until now, but her sudden interjection caught them all off guard.
“I don’t like it when you yell,” she added, her small voice filled with the pure honesty only a toddler could offer.
For a brief moment, all the kids stopped. The argument paused, and even their mother, who had been trying to mediate, was momentarily taken aback by Lily’s unexpected wisdom. Riley, her usual defiant attitude momentarily gone, exchanged a quick, silent glance with Emily.
“Yeah… maybe we should all just stop,” Emily said softly, her voice filled with a pensive realization.
Riley didn’t say anything, but she looked down, the fight leaving her for the first time that day. Jake, too, fell silent, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at Lily, who was still looking at them with her wide, trusting eyes.
Their mother, though exhausted, couldn’t help but smile at the peace that had settled, however fleeting it might be. “Alright, let’s just enjoy the ride,” she said with a magnanimous sigh.
For the rest of the drive, the usual bickering quieted down. The kids, now a little more aware of how their fighting had been affecting their youngest sibling, found themselves a little less willing to argue. Even Riley seemed to settle into a rare calmness, and Lily’s soft voice was the unexpected bridge that brought them all back together.