I Live On A Busy Street
I Live On A Busy Street1 min 59 1 min 59
Traveling to school every morning feels like a vexation. As soon as I step foot on the road, I am welcomed by the intolerable honks and grudgingly inhale the appalling smell of fuels. Around me, I see crowds of people clung to their phones while hastily gulping down coffee. I then cross the pavement examining each step I take to evade any accidents whilst keeping a lookout for cars simultaneously. In my mind, I ponder about getting through this day without being severely wounded. My next drill is to assist an old lady to the contrary side of the road while she walks leisurely. Greeting everyone feels like a routine and a burden as well. As I am about to reach, I feel exhausted and drained. Eventually, my destination arrives, throbbing; I evoke my almost adventurous journey.