Answer the writing questions

Thanks. No plagiarism please.
Some examples for the writing short story from my classmates (these are just small parts in their stories):
Example 1: “You know, sulking isn’t going to make the car move any faster.”
I glanced away from the window, and looked to the front, catching my father’s eyes in the rear-view mirror, twinkling with amusement.
I glared, and turned my gaze away, just as my father started to chuckle and resumed his humming of some Bollywood song playing on the radio.
“Leave her be,” my mother sighed. I quickly glanced back to the front, watching her turn up the heat in the car, and clutching her glossy raincoat closer to her body. I looked down to my own jacket, the sister to the one she was wearing, the only difference being the purple shade to her black.
I switched my gaze back to the window and was momentarily stunned by the ever-changing colours of the leaves outside. Heading down Fraser Highway towards the farmlands in Aldergrove, it’s easy to be in awe of all the endless land and beautiful houses to the side. But to witness all that during an early fall morning left one breathless.
While in the daze, I realized the car was beginning to slow down, and looking forward, I realized we were reaching our destination….
Example 2:
Early Thursday evening, mom was in the kitchen making dinner. The smell of tomatoes and oregano wafting towards us, and the fact that she rarely switched up the dinner routine meant it was probably spaghetti. I liked her spaghetti, it was better than almost everything she made, except maybe shepherd’s pie.
I was bored out of my skull sitting on the floor of my room. Maddie sat on the lower bunk of my bed, playing Zelda on my Nintendo 64. She was stuck in the fire dungeon of Mount Doom for the last two days, pushing around giant blocks and getting set on fire by bats. I was further ahead in the game so I got a kick out of watching her character die over and over. As usual, my requests to play got blatantly ignored except for the occasional swat and “NO, Shut-Up!”.
So I stayed put on the carpeted floor, fiddling with the shiny copper coloured key I picked up from our coffee table the other day. I held it up in the evening glow, viewing the metallic mountains in the fading light. As any kid does with most things, I put it in my mouth to see if it tasted as good as it looked. An unwelcome iron-like taste filled my mouth, same as when I decided my pocket change allowance looked appetizing.
I looked around the room, the pale white walls of our rented home reflecting the sunset. The curious face of the wall outlet looked at me, its wide eyes begging to see the cascading mountains in my hands. The key’s copper hills shone, meant to fill those empty eyes. Leaning forward I shared the view with my friend on the wall, followed by an avalanche of energy blasting from my hands to my feet.