The Bus Stop By : Cassandra Skweres : Literary Arts Major

the brown, old door opened with a CREEK. our footsteps hitting the wood and then concrete with a THUMP THUMP THUMP. it was still, quiet, and lonley. we opened the car doors. SCREECH - it seemed to yell. the engine was roaring, almost as if it were frightened. the cool breeze of wind hit my face. the tears in my eyes, fell from my eyes down to my cheek and froze, being a small crystal hidden in giant flowers. the car roared again. the beast ran down the street, while i ate delicious, cheesey, cresent rulls. as i approuch my bus stop with a THUD, the big, yellow bus arrives. its red, glittery lights catch my eye in a glimpse. i get on, feeling very safe. ;-)