Bus transport

the comfort of a round sign with the sympathetic symbol of a bus. He checks his watch once composed against the sign; the soothing sigh shows relief and a shining sweating brow reflects the mottled sunlight that has travelled an epic journey from the son of the universe only to be blocked by a single half eaten leaf. The bus stop now has grown from a soldier to a garrison of people, each face exerting its own sonder…

been reading for a while now. It was entitled “The Great Gatsby.” A classic novel, that he was recommended to read by his grandfather. The bus stopped once more to pick up a few more kids. And once again, Armin clutched to the seat as to not be thrown forward. He chuckled quietly when a few kids behind him face-planted into the blue seats that filled the bus. “It’s only the first day and some freshman is already taking our seat.” A boy sneered towering over Armin. Armin closed his book and…

A True Sense of Belonging Situated here remaining for my dad to pick me up from Brandeis High School, I reach the thought that I really infatuate the Physical Training (PT) Team and it is pretty cool. There are so many memories that we create, The environment of friendliness is what makes it so great. In fact, PT encounters other teams at all sorts of competitions, When I am allowed to compete, there are no hard decisions. I always compete when I obtain the chance, But I have to make girls’…

There is a gorgeous 4 bedroom two-story home located at 8500 S. Claiborne Ave., New Orleans, Louisiana. Every inch of this 1,919 squared foot home is outfitted with an impressive blend of styles, comfort, and quality. As you enter you will be greeted by a nicely remodeled interior with an open floor plan and stairs leading upstairs to 4 inviting spacious bedrooms. Some features of this home includes: ceramic tile, hardwood floors that are in the bedrooms, vaulted ceilings on the lower level of…

The texts “I Escaped A Violent Gang” and “Making Sarah Cry” have similar themes of courage. Each text shows the theme differently throughout the text. In “I escaped A Violent Gang” the author had to go through different events needing courage. In “Making Sarah Cry” Sarah shows courage while standing up to her bullies. While both of these texts share a common theme, the mood of the texts is completely different. The memoir “I Escaped A Violent Gang” has a mood of sadness and is a bit scary…

Wearing a pair of light-grey sunglasses, a corpulent old woman with a hawk nose staggered onto the bus with a huge bag in her hand. My attention was caught instantaneously as the huge scar spreading from her right eye to her ear popped into my eyes. She stood near the door, scanning everyone on the bus in details with her rolling eyes under the sunglasses. I then noticed the eccentric combination of a white T-shirt outside of a white sweater with a pair of white slippers. Weird clothing, a huge…

time I knew that working was the key to adulthood and every ten year old dream was to be treated as a adult. Well..maybe it was just me but I knew that I always felt older than my age. So when my parent open up a little convenience store inside a bus company,and they gave me the opportunity to work there, I jump right onto the bandwagon and was eager to have my very first job. From age 10 to 13, I was very invested to my family business. My love for it was shown through my…

youth. You wouldn't believe me if I told you this was my first time going to Boise. I don't want to be mean to Idaho but I just have two things to say to you bo.....ring. Boise is a whole new world, my face was literally glued to the windows on the bus. Ooh! Ah! Was the only thing that would come out of my mouth. I almost forgot this was a religious trip to get into our inner Catholic. After my roomates I got settled into our hotel room we had to get ready to go to Bishop kelly High school, an…

the dark in order to get dressed and get to the bus stop for school. I stumbled off of my bed making sure not to wake up my snoring siblings and made my way to breakfast where I made myself some cold cereal. Some people would rather drink coffee in order to wake up in the morning, but I had to walk 3 miles to my bus stop. The cold clashed with my warm skin as it woke me up as if it were a type of caffeine. I was the first one there since missing the bus was not an option, and when it did…

understandable. Being his best friend I always tried to cheer him up from his own demons, this story starts out on the first day of high school. “Kiera get ready, the school bus is coming.” Said my mother while running to her car. Michal and me would always meet right at the bus stop to go to school in the morning. As I started walking to the bus stop I could see Michal looking down to the floor with his shaggy dark brown hair, looking rather upset. I run across the street feeling the light…