Bus' and UmbrellasMore Like This
Hidden underneath my umbrella, I shivered. My short black curls warm against my neck with my green eyes shifting over the people in every direction, long lashes glinting in the harsh overhead light from the streetlamp. The cold winds pulsing through me. My heart was racing in anticipation.
The crowd shuffled forward, tickets fluttering in the wind. Grabbing my suitcase and bag to put them under the bus with all the other travelling bags, sliding my carrier-bag onto my shoulder and jumping over to the queue for the bus
I trembled as my battered green converse hit the cold bus floor, my body shaking in the adrenalin rushing through me.