A Quiet Walk Home

I take the steps of the bus, and although the Cranberries are blasting in my ears, I can still here the yellow haired bus drivers loud shriek, directed at a younger kid sitting near the front of the bus. I turn around and set my violin down, looking up at the doorway, waiting for my brother and cousin to step off the bus. I see Talmon, with his backpack half open, as usual. Tagging along with him is Claire, with her very loud, purple, zombie hat on. The bus doors swing closed... No Sermon. I turn around, he is already half way up the hill with the other boys. I fiddle with my violin case until I find the handle I am looking for and swing it off of the ledge it was perched on, I then stop and look at the microscopic red bugs crawling along the wall, each one seeming to have a different destination they are trying to reach. I look up as the song dwindles down to an end.
Everyone else is up the hill a ways, I run, my case bumping against my leg. When I catch up to Talmon and Claire I tell my brother to zip his backpack up, and when he does so, I continue walking. It is strangely peacefully. It's very quiet, which is unusual... I look to my left, and I realize why it's so noiseless... Madison is back at the school with a neon yellow jacket on. Safety patrol. I usually have her voice in my ear talking and talking about her new bright pink room. I enjoy the quiet very much. I kick a rock into the rain drainage system.
I look up and feel the wind on my cold face, it is much to cold for the middle of June... I come to the stop sign, and turn down the hill, looking at my house ahead of me, I feel happy, I love my home. I run down the hill, and almost miss my house, it's very hard to stop on this road. Talmon and Sermon are waiting at the front door. I stop and set my bags down and tell them I would unlock the door.
I walk past the green pot, down the steps, and to the gate, which I manage to slip open and closed without Nalu escaping. I make my way up the back stairs and grab the handle of the old door, giving it a shove. It doesn't move. I try again, it opens. The door is sticking more and more.
I walk across the orange tiles and unlock the front door, the boys march in, as I push my way past them to get to my bag and violin.