Describing a parent without describing any physical characteristics

My dad is builder. He is outgoing and social, and he plays tennis every now and again. He always makes me hot chocolates before I go to bed, he takes me to basketball on Tuesdays, and he has rock n roll dance classes on Thursday nights. My dad is a good dad, and he always looks out for his kids.

Thing explaining my story thingamabob

Well, in English class we had to write a short story about the picture that was shown on the Smartboard. The picture was of a guy up high in the air that had fallen off his bike after doing a jump or something. There were lots of spectators around, and it doesn't look like the guy would land on the ground safely.

When Scott decided he would kill his character, I decided that I would aswell. I also decided to kill my character because I watched Stranger than Fiction starring Will Ferrell the other day. It was about a guy who starts hearing a voice that is narrating his life. It turns out that the narrator is the famous author Karen Eiffel, who is famous for killing her main characers in all her books.

Last night I typed up my story on Microsoft Word, but just as I had saved my work after I had finished, my laptop blew up (Well not really, the battery just died). I didn't think to get a note, as I thought I could just finish it the next night. Hover, this was not the case. Ms Wilson immediately checked for the work the next day, and I had to sit on the naughty side of the classroom (with all the other people that did'n do their work).

Story thingamabob

Not again! I was sooo close! I can’t believe I took the jump wrong again, and this time I was further up in the air, and my arms were caught behind my back so I couldn’t brace myself. I would like to tell you that I had a realisation about life and death as I hurtle through the air with my bike tumbling after me, but to be honest my only thoughts were ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!’ As I hit the ground there was an almighty ringing in my ears, and then I blacked out. The last thing I remember was my good mate Bill helping me into the ambulance, and the ever persisting pain in my back.

I was dreaming that I was the last man on Earth, wandering land and sea with no purpose. It was a lonely place, but I was at peace. I looked upon the blue haze floating above the hills. The city ruins are behind me, me the troubles of the past dwelling in my mind. I looked over to the nearest traffic light, and there sat a beautiful bird. I felt strangely drawn to the bird, and I had the strongest urge to talk to it. I called out but my voice trailed off into the distance. I tried to call to it again but no sound came out. I walked over to the traffic light to try and reach the bird; I just had to touch it! At that moment, the bird suddenly looked up and took flight. I felt myself slipping back into reality as I saw the magnificent creature soar away.

I woke up on a comfy bed, and everywhere smelt like disinfectant and sick people. I saw the nurse slowly approach my bedside. I could tell by the look on her face that the news wasn’t good. She told me that I had been paralysed from the neck down. At that moment, a flurry of emotions went through my mind. Shock, disbelief, anger, worry, fear. I couldn’t live like that. I live for adrenaline and high intensity activities. I couldn’t live my live lying on a bed all day doing nothing. If I can’t move there is no point in living. I had to end my life. As I faded from existence, I heard the perpetual beep of the monitor next to me turn into a long and dreary tone.