I walk back home from school and I see my wide window. It is full length from floor to ceiling. It reminds me of a door made only of glass. It has a rustybrick wall made out of rusty bricks.
I can hear the pumps across at the BP slowly slumping to the engine. It sounds like a car about to break down. I can also hear the people chit chatting as they walk down the path, reminding me of my mum being loud.
In the distance I can see the lights turning from red to green to orange - a traffic light sundae. I notice the shops across the road.
I think about my cat because the last place I saw him was at my home in the garden. It made made me feel sad when i thought about.