For this blog post I will be practicing writing a present scene. A written scene is designed to help the audience visualise what is happening in a reading. The formula for a scene is " Action + Description = Scene. To help me better understand what scene is I used these three readings.
I'm taking Septa bus 112 to 69th street transportation center. My school day at Delaware County Community College is over so I’m going home. I’m sitting to the right of the bus on the first non-handicap seat. I’m looking at the window to my right like I always do. I’m seeing buildings, people walking, and WOAH!!! A dear! Damn, I haven’t seen one of those in a while. Even at times when I do see one it’s always at night. I wish the bus was at a red light so I could have more time to look at it. It was just running across someone’s front yard. That was cool. I look up at led board to see the time. In red it reads “September 18, 2018 5:28pm.” Aahh, kinda sad that it’s about 5:30 in the afternoon and that was the most interesting part of my day so far. My phone starts vibrating. Damn it, I always forget to turn on the volume when I leave school. I reach in to my left pocket to get it. It’s mom. Usually she’s home by 8pm but day she got out early. I hit the green phone to answer. “Hello!”, I say. “Ani, where are you?”, she asks. I reply “Mom I’m on the bus. I told you I don’t get home till about 6 something.” She then says “Oh ok, Ok bye I’ll see you when you get home.” I close the phone. A minute passess. “Yo!” “Yo dude!”, someone calls me. I look to my left to where the sound came from. I see a man looking at me but pointing with his right index finger on the floor below my seat. “That yours?”, he asks. I look down to see the back of a card. I reach down and grab it. It’s my septa key card. “OH MY GOD!, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” I say. It must have fell when I was getting my phone. How could I be so stupid and not notice it. I’m not taking a chance I’m putting it in my bookbag. Should I tell my parents I almost lost about $20. Naah, they’ll turn it into a life lesson like they always do. Hell, even when my mom messes up she always lectures me about it. Just last week she wasn’t paying attention and got on the wrong bus, and when she finally came home, she told me to always pay attention. So no, I’ll just leave this part out. I hear sirens. I feel and see the bus moving to the right. Really loudly, an ambulance passes. It’s a regular white ambulance with a red stripe. I wonder, how does everyone(including me) always be so normal when a vehicle with a siren passes by. I mean, someone is seriously hurt. Oh well We’re near 69th street. What a ride, a deer, keycard, and an ambulance. I might just make this my present scene blog.
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