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IMAGINARY DESCRIPTION

Eighteen-year-old Jenny awoke early one August morning and climbed out of bed before 
her big blue eyes were quite open. The hard wooden floors felt icy under her bare feet.
Rushing 
to her window pushing back the pink cotton curtains and lifting the aging wooden pane,
she 
inhaled the aroma of lilacs from the blooming tree below. She saw a small patch of dark
clouds 
threatening to block out the morning sun on the horizon. There was frost on the ground
covering 
her mother's flower bed. "No," she thought to herself, "nothing is going to ruin this
day." 
She turned and worked her toes into velvety slippers then headed towards the bathroom. 
After filling the bathtub nearly full with warm water and bubbles, she slid in. With a
thin,
outstretched arm she switched on the stereo sitting on the vanity nearby. 
Her anxiety-ridden mother was downstairs preparing a large breakfast for her family 
and other friends and relatives that had come to visit early this morning. Her mind was
cluttered 
with last minute plans and preparation. She felt her eyes begin to swell up with tears
and she 
became overwhelmed with sorrow when she noticed her husband hurrying down the stairway 
with an armload of luggage, followed by her younger son Matthew carrying a desk chair.
Today 
her daughter would be moving out into her own apartment in the city to attend a
university. She 
dreaded this day for years, ever since she discovered how independent and grown-up Jenny
had 
become throughout her teenage years. She turned away from the scene and faced the
sizzling 
skillet again. Placing several thick slices of bacon into the pan while shielding her
eyes from the
splattering oil, she turned the meat repeatedly and began to weep.
Jenny pulled herself up and out of the antique claw-footed bathtub. She wrapped her 
slender body in a cozy bath towel and slowly walked into her adjoining bedroom. She
sighed 
and frowned as she glanced around the now vacant room. All that remained was the frame of
her 
bed, an old, empty wooden chest of drawers and a small, purple, three-legged end table
topped 
with a unique porcelain lamp. Her posters and pictures of friends had been removed from
the 
walls, exposing an uneven rosy-pink paint job. Her pouty mouth now hinted at a smile. She
had 
slept in this bedroom for eighteen years, and until now had never noticed the uneven
paint. 
A lot of growing up happened in this room. It was where she met Alley, a neighbor who 
quickly became her best friend. 
She would soon be sharing a humble two-bedroom apartment with her boyfriend Josh, 
Alley and her boyfriend Mike.
Today she was leaving for college. Jenny snapped back into reality at this thought 
and quickly scrambled into some clothing: a comfy oversized sweatshirt and worn-out blue

jeans. 
Making her way into the bathroom she pulled the plug in the drain of the tub, towel-dried

her sopping wet blonde hair and threw it into a ponytail and bounded down the stairs.
As Jenny proceeded down the stairs and she observed a smooth, heated fragrance of what 
her mother was cooking. A pleasing scent of sweet warm butter, fresh oven-baked bread,
and 
fruit filled the air surrounding her. Her mother's cooking would definitely be something
that she 
would be missing. Even though her mother had taught her well, nothing compared to her 
mother's culinary creations.
Jenny entered the kitchen through a pair of hanging saloon doors and seated herself at
the 
dining room table. She was greeted by several caring faces of friends and neighbors, 
accompanied by smiles of approval from several relatives. With her mother on her left and
her 
father to her right, they discussed the "items of business" that they had all been over
numerous 
times before. She could sense the heartbreak that her parents were experiencing. She knew
that 
they were not ready to let her go yet. Her mother looked extremely fatigued this morning,
and 
almost older. Her face showed more clearly defined wrinkles and her full, sun-kissed hair

seemed remarkably limp and gray. Her father remained strong throughout breakfast,
although 
she could see the saddening concern behind his teary blue eyes. 
After breakfast Jenny mingled a little with relatives and exchanged various "farewells,"

and "miss you's," before running upstairs one last time to grab her purse and keys. This
time 
when she returned to the kitchen her parents knew that it was time for her to leave. 
Her father held open the creaky front door and her mother lead the way onto the 
cobblestone walkway that lead to the small sport utility vehicle parked in the driveway.

Jenny embraced her parents one final time. The university and her apartment is only 
about an hour or so north. It's not like she is traveling across the country to go to
school. 
She knew that her parents are crushed that she is at finally breaking away from them,
growing 
up, and that she will no longer need their assistance. She has become an adult.
As they released her and she climbed into her car, her mind was filled with anticipation

and anxiety, her stomach with butterflies. This was the beginning of a new challenge for

Jenny. One that she was definitely ready for.