Goal- to use description well
As I rode the crowded school bus home, I cought sight of my mum at the door in a baggy pair of lightly washed overalls, a garment she’d never wore due to their light tone and not suiting her formal aesthetic . I leaped out’ve the school bus and down the pavement. She was holding two small paint tins, one a periwinkle blue another a lime green. She was mid sentence, speaking to my dad,
‘But what colour should it be?’ She picked up a plastic bag and unwrapped a paint brush, I tossed my bag to the side, and picked up the brush, it’s bristles fresh.