Writing
Thunderclouds are looming high above, ready to shock the world with their presence. Thank god for Harry. I don’t know what I would do without him. “Lets go bud”. I strap on my guitar, grab my beret, and trudge my way to our spot.
Day to day I'm playing a guitar hoping for people in the large city to drop down some change, every night just gets more miserable, I'm in such a miserable state, I hardly earn a quarter a day for every hour I spend. I then looked at the guy who walked past, he stopped for a split second and just looked at the jug, he just smiled childishly and walked off laughing silently. The next person walked past merely noticing me, I could feel his shoulder push into my body, he just rudely looked as if it were my fault. God I wish I can reach my goal faster.
The big city is so cruel, people bumping into each other and snickering once walking past a fellow citizen of despised appeal.
I am determined to give my puppy the world, he is the only one by my side.
Finally a fresh start, A fresh move, with hapier people, finally nicer people, I could feel tears of happiness escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Finally me and my dog don't have to be despised.
The smile on my face gets bigger and bigger as I know I can finally afford the bike and move to the countryside for a fresh start.
I feel happy and proud, finally happiness. I can finally show my dog colourful landscapes. I Watched my dog run around gleefully chasing butterflies. The look my dog gave me will be the most treasured memory. The mega city didn't give much, only sad mourning building and deep darkness.
