Querencia Rough draft

               Sometimes I over think every thing and I just have too much on my mind. My head is filled with all the thoughts of the tons of homework I still have yet to do the essays due on Monday, the projects due on tuesday, the final exams on wednesday, and the drama and rumors spreading around school like a brush fire. I need to escape from all of this.
               It wasn't until 2 years ago that I found this special place of mine. My dad had signed me up for members at 24 hour fitness in pearlcity. It was a gift for me for my 12th birthday. I come here to practice my game in the basketball gym and to enjoy the warm and relaxing waters of the jacuzzi. all though those are the only two things I do here they are the only things I need right now.
               This place has done so much for me in these past two years. It helps me clear my mind and focus on what's right and what's  the right thing to do. It helps me with all the tough decisions I have to make. This is the place that I started my grind at because all the other parks by my house don't have lights or are dangerous to walk too. This is the place that I played my first pick-up game with men because no one that lives by my house plays basketball ball or takes it seriously. And that's only a few of the things that it has done for me. After school I try to finish my homework as fast as I can so I can go out the door and get there as soon as I can. Especially when I feel emotional. I beg my dad so much to take me when I don't want to walk there or when the sun goes down and I can't walk there that he sees me as a pesky fly at times.
               My love for this place and for this game is so great that its like a bond that cannot be broken no matter what. And this is not only my special place but it is my querencia.

Sensory Detail Paragraph

                  EER! EER! EER! The sound of the alarm burning my ears, making me go deaf.  I knew I was going to be nervous but I didn't think that I was going to be this frightened to start my first day of high school. . . as a freshmen.  My stomach was queasy and it didn't go away with a quick rub.  I just wanted to lie back down and curl up under my blanket, and wait the day out.  But, that all dissapated when I smelt my mom cooking up something delicious.  After I was all fed and the butterfly's calmed down a bit it was time to get ready.  I quickly rushed to the bathroom and closed the door and then locked it, just to be sure no one bothered me.  I washed my face with the ice cold water, as cold as the Arctic water.  Then brushed my teeth for at least five minutes, which left a fresh cool minty taste behind, better than having ten ice breakers mint.
                  I put on my freshest most cleanest t-shirt, khakis and socks and then picked the shoes that matched my outfit the best.  I heard the rumbling of the engine starting up and ran to pick up my bag and dashed for the door, slamming it shut with a rumbling clatter of metal against wood.  I hopped into the warm and cozy car and then headed straight for school.  The ride to school was a blur the only few things that I remember seeing was the bright orange sun peeking over the mountains, and the tall buildings of downtown flying past my car making me feel like I was the pilot of a spaceship.  As I gazed upon the school approaching faster than ever the queasiness returned, but worse than before.  I slowly unlocked and the opened the only barrier that separated me from school.  When I reached the sidewalk that lead to the school, I quickly looked around for someone that I knew.  Right when I made eye contact with the person I knew, all the queasiness and the fright from me weakened because it had loss the battle, and I knew I was going to be just fine.

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