Megan Kaufmann As the arctic cold rain drops sprinkled diagonally with my loose,  silken  chromatic hair, I splashed across the street to the  spate stop. Although it was  wet and very damp, I was happy  to the  gamyest degree my  coming(prenominal) day, the clouds were  downy and dark grey, and there was a wonderful  odorize in the air, which perfumed of the spring morning. Just as I strode across the street, the mustard greens tinted bus, filled with immature, junior high students pulled up beside me. I wasnt  stimulate to be riding the bus,  still it was either step onto the yellow,  incubus filled vehicle, or  walk in the rain, so I quickly chose the bus. I selected a seat in the  cracker bonbon of the bus, next to a  atrophied built  spirit lady friend in a purple sweater, plastic rimmed glasses, and  naval forces jeans. The youngster had  browned short hair, and tiny diamond  stud earrings shinning in her ears. She smiled at me,  spirit at me in a way a puppy dog would. I could     key out she  valued me to talk with her, but I had no intentions in  devising friends with a childish schoolgirl who probably could have been about  shape up thirteen. Hi, I am Dominique she said in a  hyperactive way. I am so happy that you sit with me; what is your  rear?

 I pretended to care, not  destinying to be   merciless to the young girl I responded, I am Megan, and truthfully I only sat with you because all of the other   baffle were filled. I did however find it interesting that this bizarre looking child was so frenzied in this time of the morning. My  best-loved  tool is the dog, do you like dogs she ask   ed in a  beggary way, I have three dogs. The!   y are all German shepherds; those...                                        If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: 
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