The Bus


As many of you guys know that a few of my goals for 2018 included improving both my writing and photography. In the writing department, I’ve signed up to a creative writing course. Which has helped me with writing for fun and allowing more of my personality to show in my writing.While being fun I've learnt a lot and it's been challenging, as it’s not something I’ve done before. But I've found that the more I write the more I want to write – it might not all be good writing but I'm enjoying it, and I’ve found it strangely therapeutic. I’ve also been journaling like a mad woman, which I began at the start of this year, I’ll talk more about that soon.But for now, I just wanted to share this short piece I wrote for my first creative writing assignment. Which was to write about a moment when you met someone, who has come to be special in your life for the first time. So, here is my short piece titled the bus. 



I sat behind them on the bus, that was taking us to Somerset for our AS Biology trip.

Both spoke a language …. I had learnt in Jamaica but had never mastered. They spoke Spanish effortlessly, as effortless as I saw them share a cigarette together.

They were the ‘bad girls’ and topic of discussion in our sixth form. At 16 Carolina, had her boyfriend living with her. Sofía had just moved to South London from North London, as her dad had kicked her out for hanging with drug dealing Colombians - That’s what church-going Anna-Marie, told everyone. This, I later found to be partly true.

They were the outsiders. I too felt like an outsider only arriving in London the summer before from Jamaica. I didn’t fit in with the African’s kids (I did not understand their many languages or jokes), I had no money to hang out with the English girls and the other Jamaican girls. I could see being sent back to Jamaica or becoming pregnant (neither were options for me).

Now, living in a girl’s hostel, I guess I was a ‘bad girl’ too.

Without thinking, I leant over and started talking to them. Carolina smiled and spoke to me. Sofía immediately gave me her scornful once over that she greets everyone with (I was unfazed). This seemed to rattle her usual glare would send even teachers running for cover. Due to my situation in needing to make friends with Carolina, at least. I ignored her glare and kept talking