I Stare Silently...

I stare silently out the fogged window. I quickly get annoyed with the fog and wipe it away with the sleeve of my jacket. The fog melts fast from my body heat, to where it's just smeared water. I look past the H2O, all the figures and shaped disfigured. I put my face closer to the glass, my breath fogging the window once more. The bus stops, I don't get off, the girl the seat beside mine does. As the school bus pulls away, I watch her run into her home.
The bus turns around the corner of the street, making me lean against the metal frame of the window. I look across from my seat, that window is still fogged with words spelled out by the girls fingers. The seat is covered in sharpie writings, too small to read from my point of view. I lose interest and presume looking out my window. Everything is covered in snow and ice, causing people and animals to slip and slide. I close my eyes, the sun is still forcing on my eyes making me to only see red.
When I open them, everyone on the bus is standing and moving up. I copy the rest of them feeling suddenly bored and tired. My schedule everyday bored me. I want excitement! Something to look forward to! I laugh to myself knowing nothing, no anything, like that would happen soon. I sit in my new seat and glaze out that window. I instantly get uncomfortable, the seat was cold and the only way to see out the window was to look threw the curse words that where imprinted by small finger tips.
The radio burst out of nowhere making me jump, and making immature girls to scream at the already nerved bus driver. He yells at them to sit down for the 6th time that day with his husky voice. I cringe at all the noise. To loud, I think to myself. The loud girls get off the bus, telling me my stop was next without talking. I aloud my feet into the aisle and looked out the front window.
The bus slowly skidded to a stop in front of the car repair shop. I stood, and zipped up my jacket walking down the stairs. The cold ran up my spine making me shutter. My glasses fogged from the cold, which annoyed me even more. I cursed under my breath and started down the street, my hands in my pockets and head down. I watch my feet as they move, left foot, right foot, left, right, left, right. I sigh and look up, noting my breath turning into a smoke looking cloud. Looking at the trees, I think of Tim Burton, and how all this trees are dead, no leaves, no anything. Just a dark nasty brown.
I turn on my street and start running, trying to get my blood rushing so my toes don't go completely numb. I stop when I see ice on the road, looking at it, my feet move in the open circles where salt had been poured to keep the street safe. Crappy job, I scoff under my breath. I start walking normally and saw the trees that stand in front of my well hidden baby blue house. I smile, than quickly close my mouth trying to not get even colder. I just look's warm, compared to the snow that surrounded it.
I stepped on the first stair, my right foot slipped quickly. I grabbed the wooden rail even faster than I fell, than stood up, my heart pumping from fear. I walked up each stair slow and carefully, I quickly glazed my eyes over my front porch. Full of fake Christmas decorations and lights, and phony snow flakes'.  I broke my gaze then looked at my door. I flew the screen door open, then the light yellow heavy duty door and jumped into my house. Warm air filled my lungs making me smile. I take of my converse and throw them with the rest of the wet and drying shoes. I take off my jacket, gloves, and scarf. I stretch complaining about school than sat on the couch.