A work in progress.

So here's Emily's description based on her people watching. Emily has promised to continue this piece of fantastic work so keep an eye out!

The bus rattled as winding country lanes blurred past the windows. The engine groaned as it heaved up the hill, like an ill goat struggling up a mountain. Fat, fair drops splattered on the bus, crying for the bus' pain. The bus suddenly came to a halt, sending shopping bags flying.
   A hunched figure cautiously stepped on to the bus. Checking out their surroundings, they handed the driver their pass. making sure no one could see their identity. They shuffled down the bus, and took a window seat near the back. Now they were closer, I could see that it was an elderly woman, about 65 years of age. She was wearing a large purple winter coat, which was unusual because it was one of the hottest days of the year so far. Her hair fell into four sections of thick greasy curls. The top of her hair was a dark gloomy grey colour that faded into a light ginger at the ends of her hair.
   She  nervously looked around the bus, avoiding eye contact. Her hairs started to shake, she turned too quickly and you could almost hear her bones crunch. Her eyes were stuck deeply inside her skull. They were a crystal blue and had dark shadows beneath them, they pierced  through every inch of me. Her skin was a tight, orangey leather that clung to her bony face.