A Bus Stop At Paris
The long scar just below her left knee looked like that lady had been in a bad accident, as I quickly look away, the road seem to lead to no where, the bus was pack with people, there were children crying, people laughing, people reading, and me just being bored, my parent had plan for me to go to Paris and visit my aunt Lulu, who was a wealthy lady, and stay with her for a couple of weeks, this would be my fourth time to see her this year.
As the bus driver announce to every one that we would arrive to Paris in about 15 minutes, "boy was i glad," we were almost there, because it seem that it was taking centuries. As the bus finally arrive my aunt rush towards me and squint, taking a better view of me, she just turn and told her limousine driver to carry my bags to the car, I hated when she did that not even welcoming me, she would just take a look at me and walk away.
We got in the car and drove away, we went to her house and pass by a garden full of beautiful smelling roses, then out of no were my immature childhood, crept into me, my aunt Lulu gave me a look that made me scare. We arrived at her fancy house and "boy it was gorgeous," by credentials of my aunt she was one of the wealthiest lady in the whole town, i was just happy to be related to her so that when she died she leaves me something cool.
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