Today is a bright sunny morning and i’m on the bus on my way to school. My head feels like it is full of fog as I am extremely tired; the bus journey is so long and I wonder how I am still awake. It is 6:35 in the morning and it’s too early.
Everywhere I turn, I see trees, houses, cars and a lot of different people. Some look frustrated to be woken at this time of day as their shift requires it. There is this one girl who I see every morning at this exact time and her face looks as fresh as a peach which is peculiar as it is 6:35 in the morning. We wave as I am on the bus and she is waiting patiently for her bus on the opposite side of the road. We’ve been waving at each other every day for the past five years since primary school, we’ve watched each other mature and grow up, even though we’ve never had a serious conversation. I plug in my headphones and drift away – my two brothers always sit beside me but with a strange gap like we have grew distant. The music I listen to always has that same beat to constantly hook me in, and it only takes a few seconds for it to take me where it feels as if I’m in another dimension.
I look out of the window and I see a lot of monumental buildings: Big Ben looking preposterous like a god to all clocks, Westminster Abbey like a gothic fantasy, and the London Eye, being a giant Ferris wheel plonked in the centre of the city. After that it’s the bridge with all its boats big and small: tug boats, tourist boats, sometimes even police boats, but this one boat which always catches my eye is this amphibious boat that’s yellow and looks like a giant duck. Sometimes the tide even scares me as it reaches different heights everyday, getting so high that it looks as if it may overflow the Embankment and flood the whole of London washing us all away. I am now out of the bus, jettisoned into the streets I have been watching, slowly weaving my way through the people and crowds to school…
It’s home time now. All of a sudden the school is as quiet as a museum. I hear my own foot steps echo through the long hallways and can see a reflection of myself on the shiny floors. I hear a key clatter as the cleaner unlocks a classroom door. I want to rush home now as it is getting late; I burst out onto the streets of London and it feels like deja vu. Everyone is making their way home and suddenly it has gone dark. The streets are lit up by the headlights of the traffic, a bus hurtles towards the stop and I am forced to run as it is my chance to get home early. I am on it now and I once again plug in my headphones and go to that place I love the most. Approaching the bridge, the river is alive with dancing colours, lights from all the buildings around it reflecting on its surface like a water coloured painting.
I am back home now, and the cycle starts again…

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