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Creative Writing : Bus Journey

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Creative Writing : Bus Journey English coursework By: Kassandra Thomas It was a cold and dismal day. It was the kind of day that made you want to prolong the sleeping hours, and stay snug and comfortable in the warmth of your welcoming bed It was the kind of day that made you have to urge your muscle's to operate properly in order for you to get anywhere. These were the kind of days that Brooklyn wished she could hide from. She pulled her coat on over her meagre, nutrition starved body and stepped out into the rain. The cold consumed her almost immediately and she began to shiver uncontrollably. She knew she had a long bus journey ahead of her and the thought of it had become unbearable, Brooklyn looked to her watch, knowing beforehand the outcome. She was late for her audition and second chances very seldomly cropped up. Brooklyn ran, desperately trying to force air into her lungs at the same time but it had been in vain, she reached the bus stop just in time to see her number 66 pulling away. ...read more.

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His breath smelt strong of coffee and cigarettes, badly disguised with toothpaste. She gazed into his mouth, it seemed to be littered with fillings gaps{where there were supposed to be teeth} and stained teeth. The bus ground to a halt and as she had predicted a bulk of the bodies flooded out onto the street, With very little distance between those who were speed walking and those who were running! General direction- The Train Station! Brooklyn took a seat next to the window, she liked the seats that were elevated slightly higher than the rest. The windows were clouded up and she ran her finger over it spelling out her name, Just then a lady came and sat next to her. She had cherry blonde hair that she wore at shoulder length, her lips were rouged and her eyes were a beautiful shade of sea green. Her skin was obviously pale as it was covered in a thick layer of blotchy foundation, she smiled unconvincingly to reveal a set of perfectly white, straight teeth. She was slim, almost too slim and her tights were baggy around her ankles. ...read more.

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He felt awkward, Brooke could tell, he moved his hand hesitantly then to her surprise he began to pull silly faces and make googling noises. The baby let out shrieks of laughter and noises of pleasure, her little body doubled up and swayed backwards and forwards as she laughed freely. The mother turned to the man, they exchanged smiles then she got off the bus, as she did Brooklyn could faintly smell the soft scent of talcum powder. There were two more stops until Brooklyn's and she peered into the sea of new faces, there were smiles, frowns, colours and sizes of all sorts but Brooklyn didn't feel like judging as she had done before. She gazed out of the window, she felt like the scenery was recurring, going round and round, seeing the same trees, houses and fields just different people. Brooklyn looked down towards the front of the bus; there was a girl of a similar age staring at her. Brooke new that stare, it was her stare; it was the stare she gave when she judged people. There was an explosion of embarrassment as their eyes met, they both broke away from the gripping gaze in time to realise they had missed their stop. The End ...read more.

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