Tag: bustling

I woke up and looked out of my window from my cosy bed. There were so many colourful ships passing my window. Outside was busy and people were bustling and jostling to get a good view of the boats. There were rides and people selling candy floss but my eye was on one of the boats, a beautiful pine brown one with a figurehead at the bow of the boat shaped like an angel dancing down from heaven.
I smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. My Mum and Dad were on that boat. They waved to me and I wildly waved back. I was staying with my auntie and uncle. They were very kind to me but I still missed my parents.
I ran out of my door, forgetting my coat in my haste, but I didn’t care I would soon be hugging my Mum and Dad, I was so excited. People pushed me but I pushed them back, everywhere was a hive of activity, there were people who were selling sweets, who pulled me and asked me if I wanted sweets but I ran and they let me go. There were fishermen who blocked my way and asked me if I wanted fish but I dodged past them and carried on running. I was going to see something better than these colours, I was even going to see something better than sweets and chocolates. I was going to see my Mum and Dad.
At last I eventually reached the harbour, I pushed to the front and right in front of my eyes was my Mum and Dad!