Chinatown Creative Writing

The bus creaked and groaned, hardly comfortable and relaxing. I had woken up with high spirits, the sky clear and blue, ready for the promising day ahead of me, only to be dampened by a series of unfortunate and annoying events that included almost being late for the bus and waiting for people to finish packing. My mother, sister, aunt, and her two sons Leo and Alan, along with me, were on our way to Chinatown to board a less bumpy bus to Philadelphia to visit my mom’s friend, her two sons Brian and Evan, and two nieces Elaine and some person. We got off at Division Street where we bought juicy fruits that we ate along the way across several blocks where were then bought tickets for the bigger bus. The waiting took forever and every one of us took turns using the restroom. During the wait, I talked to

This was solved when the door to the bedroom opened slowly and Leo crawled into the room and said, “You’re awake.” Minutes passed and we felt in it was inevitable. We brushed out teeth, got dressed, and went down to the first floor. Our mothers were in the kitchen, chattering away, and we sneaked down to the basement where it was empty. We played with darts, trying to hit specific parts of Elmo’s face, and I rummaged through the collection of books that they had. When our parents finally called us, it was past seven and every one was awake. Our mothers told Brian and me to make pizza for breakfast and told the other children to go downstairs and watch television, which I thought, was very unfair. Brian and I took out flour, salt, baking powder, water, oil, sauce, cheese, and the essential equipment that included measuring spoons, a batter, and some sort of portable oven. We dumped flour, water, oil, salt, and baking powder together and mixed it with the batter. Finished, we rolled the elastic blob into a circle and just then, Brian had a brilliant and stupid