8Teen

Making my way down town

I stood in the middle of my room deciding on three outfits and still picturing how today could go. I find it difficult being in social situations and this was definitely one. I held up a black pair of skinny jeans with rhinestones at either side, I scrunched my nose an threw them back onto the purple duvet. I then picked up the light army floral dress, a denim jacket and I put that to one side. I grabbed a jumper with a pink hashtag symbol and a black skater skirt. I couldn't decide. My other option soon vanished I felt like I had to make a statement I believe strongly in first impressions, but the rest of the year isn't a Fashion Show. I decided on the army coloured dress. I quickly got dressed and looked into the mirror at the side of my wardrobe. "I actually look okay." I thought to myself. It was then I took out my makeup brushes and liquid eyeliner.

I was then ready for the big day. I never have breakfast, I never have time. I just hurried downstairs and asked if I looked okay to my family they didn't pay me any attention, but I wasn't letting anyone bring my mood down. I practically skipped outside into the cold weather down the path and I was waiting for the bus. 540 was the correct one which would lead me into town and then catch the 36 to where my college would be. I was on my phone checking Facebook messages when the bus arrived. I put my phone away and paid my fee and sat down at the first seat I saw. Not many people were on this bus this morning. I love the smell when you first step inside, it has a rather homely feeling and smells like coffee.
The bus stopped and I was in Bolton bus station. It's full of thirteen year olds smoking and wearing denim skirts giving you filthy looks when you walk by. Pigeons fly into the shelters and grab left over food on the floor, homeless people in each corners with a small money pot by their side, busty and busy housewives rushing around weighed down by their amount of shopping bags on each arms. The smell of fish and chips is in the air. It's right by the market, the inside one and the outside. On Sunday's the place is packed with different types of people hustling around. I walk to my next location stand M. I wait a while for my bus. A mother of two children is beside me she is screaming vile words at one of them because he had dropped his toy. I feel myself getting angry. I dislike mothers which treat their child like pure and utter shit, it's so upsetting all these couples that would love a child and can't conceive and then you get mothers like mine and today's society's which are horrid and don't deserve them. I admire single parents who don't drag their children up, but correctly and lovingly.
Eventually my bus gets here and the screaming mother stops and is then on her phone. She gets one child onto the bus and the other falls over the step and she continues on the phone continually repeating the word "babe" in this very annoying high pitch tone. She waltzes off and finds a seat while her two children are still struggling to walk to their seats, they don't even sit down with their mother she tells them to "piss off go sit there and shut up." No one is dare saying anything.
I understand it isn't their place for an opinion, but these children deserve a wonderful childhood like most children their age.
It makes me wonder what they would be like when they're older, but certainly no wiser. Again I get lost in my thoughts and end up outside the gates of the college.