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. She slumped her bag over her left shoulder in a useless attempt to relieve her right shoulder from the ache it had gotten. Brooklyn sighed dramatically in despair as she wiped her chestnut coloured hair from her eyes. The bottom's of her embroidered jeans were soaked through and carefully decorated with the odd splatter of mud. She would have to wait another 20 minutes before the next bus would arrive, and that was if the bus was on time, give or take 5 minutes!
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Brooke peered into the road, in the distance she could see a bus, its bright colours blurred her vision but she was sure it was hers. She reached into her pocket in attempt to find her bus pass. After a few seconds of fiddling about she was able to free it from the old chewing gum that had caused it to stick in the cheaply lined pouch that was also home to: half an eaten lollipop, a fresh stick of gum, a 50 pence piece, and a wallet picture of Michael Jackson.

As the bus pulled up ...

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