This is a work in progress. We were asked to write about our first jobs, but I only got as far as the journey to my first job.
Rain streamed down my face and I silently thanked God that my new uniform was black or the A6 cruisers would've been in for a treat when my clothes soaked through. It was early, and my lack of sleep combined with the warmth washing over me as I stepped onto the bus made my lids and limbs heavy with drowsiness. My head rested against the blue and orange vomit patterned seats and I watched as the world silently whirled past the window, then closed my eyes against the harsh fluorescent lights. I let myself drift off and marvel at how easy it was to place yourself on this route, without even having to open your eyes. A sweet biscuity smell hit my nose and I pictured the Santa's grotto outside McVities, snowflakes falling on the wooden roof and splashing the rainbow coloured lights. I soon smelt exotic flavours and spices tantalising my tastebuds and I quickly rubbed the sleep from my eyes, knowing that soon we'd be out of Levenshulme and arriving at Piccadilly, my final destination.
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