Okay so I have to do a short story for school. I'm having a horrible time of it, and its due on Tuesday. This is the beggining that I've managed to come up with. I have no idea where I'm going with it. Any kind of input would be appreciated to much! If you have any suggestions on what I could do with this and improvements on the little bit I've finished, let me know! Thanks in advance guys.
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I was sitting on the city bus. I didn't know exactly where I was headed, but I just felt the whim to hop on, and since I had nothing better to do I decided to follow that whim.
Luckily, I had gotten a window seat so I could watch the city rush by. Mostly, I looked at all the people. It was intriguing to think that I could get a brief glimpse into their life. A few times, there were people who just strolled along together laughing and soaking up the day. Everybody generally seemed to be in rush and looked harried. They were probably all off to the office, and hoping they weren't late for work.
It was still early in the morning. The first rays were permeating through the tendrils of smog that clung to the sky above us. There were no spectacular colourful sunrises here. Life was subdued by the dull buildings and constant clouds of grey above us. Even a sunset capable of pulsating reds and oranges was reduced to a pale ghost of an imitation, coated by sheets of grey. If anybody wanted to see the true vibrancy that was possible of the earth they had to make a getaway from the city.
I turned from the scene outside the grimy window and surveyed my fellow public transportation commuters. One character in particular caught my eye. It was a younger girl, my guess is that she was about nineteen. Her face was all but stuck against the window with her mouth hanging open. It looked like it was her first time in the city. Her head slowly turned as though her eyes were attached by rope to whatever she was looking at; a definite first timer.
I returned to gazing out of the window. A small boy was tugging on his mother's hand while she was trying to examine the manikins in a store window. Two teenage boys strutted down the street; they were completely decked out in the baggy pants, shiny sweaters and flat brimmed hats that they wore sideways on their head. The sun was now glaring down on everyone as fiercely as possible through the haziness. Perhaps it was time to say my farewells to the bus.
