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A description assignment from my Creative Writing class. It scared my teacher so I decided it belonged here.

The noise is the most obvious. Its hisses and rumbles can be heard blocks away as it powers down the streets, eager and agitated. its blank face intimidates as much as its gradual roar. When you're inside you feel like your a part of it. Your excitement, anxiety and discomfort are magnified as you become strangely aware of every movement you make. The cheap plastic seats stick to your legs, pulling you deeper and you try to beat your record of how long you can sit still. Every lurch reminds you that shifting your weight is pointless. Looking at faces proves itself as empty entertainment once again. You label this feeling as boredom although you know what it really is. It's a realization. A machine that shoves everything smaller out of the way, so driven on following a routine. Its walls are plastered with ads and writing and you search for something timeless but find nothing. Just like you knew you would. The silver cord that hangs above the window nags you to pull it and just walk. Just walk. Routine gets the best of you and you stay on. You're thirsty from the heat, but not only that, you're desperate to wash the taste of yesterdays news down your throat. You offer your seat because you feel that you owe kindness to someone. Your guilt fails to subside. The sun streams in through the impossibly clouded windows, right in to your eyes. Boldly reminding you of regrets and silence. Shame drops an incredible weight on your eyes and the floor captures your attention once again.