John stood there looking at the busy streets. Cars, taxis and buses of different colours rushed pass him. Many people blowing out hot air in the cold winter days. Strong wind blew against him as if a big boulder hit him. Sirens and horning rang around his head deafening him. He could smell the polluted air as he tried to breathe in. Lights flashed from headlights and traffic lights partially blinding him. Quickly, he ran to the bus stop trying to ignore all the distractions. He quickly boarded the bus hoping he would never see it again. The bus darted away to the airport.
“Get me away from this”, he mumbled to himself.
Once John reached the airport, he heaved his bag all the way inside. Rushing to leave, he quickly checked in then seated down waiting to board the plane. He sighed in relief that he was going back home. John could taste the poisonous gas of the patrol from the airplane. A bright light beamed into his eyes almost blinding him. Finally after a few terrible hours of waiting he could board the plane.
“Finally!” he shouted to himself impatiently as he went on the plane in a hurry.
When John boarded the plane the captains and flight attendants greeted them kindly. He scurried along the airplane to find his seat. Once he found his seat he dropped down and started to sleep immediately. He was very tired and sleepy. After a few hours of being on the plane, he suddenly woke up fresh and ready. He curiously looked out of the window of the airplane and saw that they were almost reaching his country. After the airplane landed he rushed outside and took a deep breath of pure country air.