Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover
Its been a long time but I've finally sorted out the time to write a story that's been inside my head since someone asked when I was gonna write something so thanks for getting me motivated again ;p
Just a little short start but hope you like it :) x
“Adult single please”, I said politely, as I placed the coins in the dip. I knew now I wouldn’t be able to get away with a child at 24. 24 years old and I still can’t drive. I’m surprised I can even afford money for the bus they’re so expensive now’a days. Wow, you can definitely tell I’m not a child anymore; “now’a days” as if I’m looking back far into the past. But I was surprised when I pass for a child when I was 19. I didn’t know if they just didn’t care and overlooked it, genuinely thought I was a child, or the children of today just look like right slags. I mean, look at Rosie when she was 15.
I looked for the seat that I usually sit on the bus but there was someone else there instead. Damn. I like sitting there; it’s right next to stop button so I don’t have to look like a complete pillock getting up and nearly falling over and I could also put my leg up and look out the window. Do love a bit of people watching me. That’s where I get my inspiration for my writing; analysing people. Thinking about where they’re going, what they’re going to do, what’s their life like beyond this journey....
Instead I had to go further up so I was up another level. Ughr, I hate that, makes me feel so vulnerable. At least this way I could see what that cow was doing in my seat.
Hmm, thinking about it, maybe I should have asked for a child’s fare.
Right, let’s see what this ones like then.....reading, hmm well she must be intelligent. Oh no, there’s a giveaway, she’s blond. That means she must be doing it for school work or something. She does look a bit young. Not too young though, quite mature. From what I saw anyway. She looks really fragile, with that big fluffy scarf hugging her neck and leather jacket with the hood, wrapped around her. She’s very prepared but it’s like she’s hiding something. The way she’s holding that book, so gentle yet firm. That’s probably how she likes her.... men. Or girls, should never judge a book by its cover. HAHA. I crack myself up sometimes. How pale is her skin? She needs to get some gloves or they’ll fall off! Funny how she’s got all of her body covered up apart from her hands. Wonder why that is? The way she just turned that page, so soft and slow and then repositioning her hands again; one finger tucked under the next page, being prepared and eager for what’s next to come while her thumb is at the base of the present page as a type of stand. Her other hand and remaining fingers are used to hold the book steady while the rest of her body jiggles about from the bus.
Just then, her head shoots up and reaches for the visible red button above her and jumps out her seat. I think she must have forgotten where she was, either because she was enticed in the book or simple lost where she was. From my previous analysis, I’m saying just didn’t realise where she was. Typical blonds.
As she stepped off the bus, the wind hit her instantly as she squinted her eyes, protecting them from the gushing winds aiming right for her. She looked around, trying to find her bearings and clutched her multi-coloured scarf to protect her even more. She turned around again, whooshing her long blond locks that were gently hanging loose before, behind her so she could see more clearly. She started walking in the opposite direction to where the bus was going and I was able to see her face clearly this time. Thanks to the wind. (For once.)
Her face was as pale as her hands yet still do delicate. Her eyes were squinted yet I could still notice piercing blue eyes that stood out like no other. I was amazed. I erected myself from the seat to get a better, longer look. It was like it was in slow motion. She was probably just walking slow, due to wind. Of course, I didn’t realise I was out of my seat until I heard a kind voice. “Are you getting off love?”
I snapped my head around to see a perfectly old lady smiling back up at me. “No”, I answered stunned. “Just...thought I saw someone I knew,” I replied as I slowly came sitting back down as if I was brought back to earth again.
“Oh that always happens to me”, she chuckled. “Even with my glasses my eyesight still isn’t as it used to be”, she continued.
“No,” I forced a chuckled with a smile back, still in slight amazement. “I think I might be needing some very soon”, I joked back.
How long had she been there for? I must have been in a complete trance. I started to look out the window memorising all the moves she had made, what she looked like exactly. She’s perfect. For my next piece of writing that is.....
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“Heya Soph!”
“Hey.” I kept my head down and tried to race to the nearest computer.
“Ooo, ya someone else to write about have ya?”
“Yes. Don’t talk to me,” I quickly replied as I frantically pressed buttons and clicked the mouse.
“I’ll leave ya to it then.”
As soon as I got on, I was let my fingers do their work. I wanted the information I had in my mind wrote down as soon as possible. My hands were doing a mile a minute and before I knew it I had already wrote two pages.
“Flamin ‘ell Soph, how much have you wrote already?” Dylan came over and asked, clearly shocked by the amount of words that was on my screen already.
“This one is definitely worth writing about”, I grinned as I clicked my fingers and leaned back in my chair. “She’s the one I’ve been looking for.”