WRITE A STORY ABOUT A PICTURE

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A STORY ABOUT A PICTURE
Rain drops falling from the fuzzy gray cloud landed on my leather jacket, and the droplet spread into the small ball-like droplets as they fell off. It was cold and foggy, and for that reason I could barely see the kids playing in the forecourt just across the street. Between their smiley faces and my pale frozen face, I could see their mothers looking at them with pleasure and satisfaction as they played. I wished my mom was looking at me the same way when I was playing.
The door opened as the bus stopped, I chose a seat near the window and gave a last glance to those playful children who had captured my both physical and emotional attentional. On the same position at the window, I saw an old lady carrying a big heavy bag from how she was strenuously strolling. I kept my eyes fixed upon her, as my freezing hands started shivering. My skin began to turn pale as if my blood had turned blue. I couldn’t feel hands anymore; it was as if blood had stopped flowing in the blood vessels within my body. The journey appeared infinite, but I had no better option than to remain seated. I leaned my head against the window in boredom, my eyebrows touched the window, and I noticed how fast the bus was moving. The Trees appeared gray, and road white stripes appeared to be melded.
The Bus stopped; I stepped out in the reality only to realize it was almost 7 pm. Got home. My father was watching Television; I could …