A Normal School Day

A Normal School Day

The cold air hit me in the face as I opened the door, and with it a

cold foggy world unfolded. The air was cold and crisp, and their was a

slight crunch as my steps crushed the crystallised green structures on

the cold sleeping floor as I made my way across the field towards the

lonely bus stop, trying to dodge the muddy, waterlogged pits that

filled the field.

As I reached the end of the field, I had top scramble down a short

slimly path to my destination which was very slippery at this time if

year.

The bus stop couldn't really be called a bus stop, it was just a post

in the ground with a picture of a bus on it which had the rank of 'bus

stop'. We had to wait for minutes that felt like hours, for a dirty

cream and brown box with a grumpy face, covered from wheel to roof in

dust, the red mud around the rims had dried from previous excursions,

the remains of its unsuspecting muddy victims.

The dirty rotting portal of a door opened with a hiss as we all filled

in to the rotting carcass on wheels.

The journey only lasted 20 minutes, which is nothing if you have lived

her all your life, after a while you begin to realise that its only

the tourists who are willing to acknowledge your existence in the

world, which is good in a way. But we never had proper roads, when we

pointed on a map and said 'that's it , that's where I live, they would

look at you strange as you pointed at one small A road running through

mid-Devon. Even the map denied our existence, they only ever showed

the one road that meant so much to us, our one link to the outside

world 'the city'.

The bus was warm in the cramped bus, which managed to raise our

spirits as the rain hit the ancient windowpanes, and watching the wind

fighting with the trees, trying get its own way.