Beginning of Essay
Sweltering heats fill the room, a hot sticky breeze drifts by my face. Broom Broom Broom its the posties bike coming to a halt beside our old white mailbox. He adds a few letters in the mailbox and speeds off to the next house. Racing outside in anticipation, my ....

Middle of Essay
.... rather bored at home I decide to go to a friends house. Arriving home 6.30, Mum was still yelling about the phone bill, wearily entering the door waiting for the impact. "$170 dollars worth of international calls" Mum bellowed at me. I will pay for them out of my trip money I reapplied in a disappointed tone. "Trip, trip when is this stupid TRIP going to be over with" Mum yelled at me, Soon very soon I reapplied convincingly. A week went past each day I eagerly checked the mailbox, only to discover bills and letter from companies trying to sell us a continuous stream of junk. At this moment the realisation of how much garbage compani ....