City by Hannah G.

Walking down the sidewalk into the busy city, the buildings towering on each side of me. The car fumes mix in with the fresh air. People everywhere, crammed into little sports cars or walking to work, some running, fearing that they are late. The traffic on the streets, the honking of horns, and the shouting of voices. Sirens going off periodically, signaling a fire, a crash, or something bad that has happened. Walking to the tall building, through the sliding glass doors, I slip into the elevator as the doors shut. The soft elevator music plays in the background as the box filled with people shoots up quickly, making ears pop. It stops as quickly as it started. The silent doors open, revealing a large room with glass windows, binoculars, and other people. Walking towards the window, I look out at the view in front of me. Feeling like a giant, I watch the miniature people below.