Character Sketch

For this I used a picture in a magazine to write a life story for someone.
Anna Knox
09-29-10
A3
Character Sketch
Amazing Grace
She hit rock bottom at seventeen. Now, four years later, she’s slowly but surely working her way back up, and she’s better than ever before.
Grace O’Shea, my second cousin-twice removed-some-obscure-relation, at five foot four, she’s average in height, with striking dark brown hair. The kind of hair that looks a haystack in the mornings, evenings, and whenever she’s too busy brush it. She’s feisty with fiery brown eyes that could fry you in a glance, and the kind of skin that demands payloads of sunscreen, or she turns into a freckly monster, meaning she rarely leaves her studio apartment in Siena, Italy.
In the mornings, Grace can be found painting the sun rise from the balcony in her apartment. During these times it’s best not to disturb her, but let her enjoy her coffee and paint brushes. Besides, bothering her before she’s fully awake means heads will roll. As the city waked up, so does Grace. Usually once cars start rolling, Grace is up and getting ready for the day in worn-out paint spattered jeans and a t-shirt that she either got on sale, or for free. She refuses to leave the house until she’s cleaned the two bedroom apartment to perfection. Grace can be obsessive compulsive about cleaning her house, while her roommate Cait is upset if the house is to clean. Baby Tasha doesn’t care either way; she just follows her mommy like a little lamb.
During the day Grace alternates her time between college classes and spending her time with Tasha. Sometimes Tasha and Grace will go for a walk and get hot fudge sundaes from a street vendor, and then eat them while feeding the pigeons. During Tasha’s naptime, Grace does her homework- if she’s lucky she’ll sit on her window seat and read in the afternoon sun. Some days she’s not as lucky and doesn’t finish her homework or her studying and then she’s up all night later. When Tasha wakes up Cait and Grace switch off. Cait comes home to watch Tasha, and Grace rushes to work. She gets back from work exhausted at eight o’clock. She’s worn out from waiting tables and trying to communicate with tourists in her broken English. She reads a Tasha a story, then curls up in bed with her gray tabby kitten, Rashka, and sleeps until sunrise.
Grace has had a rough few years, but she’s staying optimistic; she knows has a long way to go- and she’s looking forward to it.