A Frightful Walk Home From Work - Personal Narrative

A Frightful Walk Home From Work - Personal Narrative

I was surrounded by total silence, walking down the stairs after

finishing early from work. I speedily ran so that I could be the first

one out the doors as there was ten more minutes till other employers

were going to race down those stairs.

I came out onto the street car park. As I crossed the road, I noticed

the pavements lined by hazy streetlamps and as I felt the icy, frost,

air as it slowly transformed my hand into a cold blue. I could feel

the coldness already running through my body on the frosty winter's

night.

I could hear as I turned the corner, the different types of cars which

revved and purred smoking petrol fumes which were coming from the

exhaust behind one, I didn't enjoy the sounds I heard and I covered my

ears and wished I didn't hear them. I remained standing there waiting

for the bus to arrive, for hours it seemed, I stood there frozen in

the blistery cold. I silently observed the traffic wardens, as let

everyone leave the car park at 10pm. Others hurried towards me,

anxious for the bus to arrive so they too could be bound for home.

The bus approached its stop; a lot of people were trying to get on as

the company I worked for was large. I awaited my turn to come and as I

hunted a fifty pence piece in my pockets. As I set foot on to the bus,

I smelt the strong and intoxicating, alcoholic drink which some

teenagers had been pouring down there throats, I also felt as I

walked, the disgusting rubbish that was left on the floor

I inserted the money and dragged out my ticket. As the sickening smell

continued I sat down at the front and set my eyes on a Metro

newspaper. I captured a beer can rolling in between my feet. It was a

time-consuming bus ride and it worried me. I finally reached the

shopping centre where my stop was located at.