(Okay, not quite a heart-racing, adrenaline pumping thriller but this is just practise work just to get used to writing screenplays. Constructive criticism welcomed, I want to know how to improve, thank you for reading.)
A clamorous parade of cars migrating resound soft and loud as they manifest and just as quickly disappear. The noises continue ubiquitously as camera switches to mundane street objects; stretching up at the lanky lamppost, in the gutter watching the worn rubber of car wheels rumble by, on the pavement observing a forest of legs as they wander to and fro in the busy hubbub of the early morning rush. A pair of fresh kickers stroll onto the screen and the camera follows at their leisurely pace. The kickers suddenly halt, in the background is the bottom of a wrought iron gate, rusted with chipped, black paint. The camera trails up, revealing black, well-pressed trousers, an over sized blazer with an arm clutching the limb of a plum purple rucksack almost for dear life and finally the blanched countenance of a girl. Her placid hair is swept up into a makeshift ponytail and her face is an expression of sincere dread. She stares ahead and the camera switches to view her from behind. The giant mass of a grey secondary school dwarfs her as a blank, unsympathetic sky looms overhead. After a few moments, a bell tolls in the distance, signalling a swarm of students to rush in and engulf her. The camera returns back to her face to see her sigh dismally as she allows herself to be swept away in the current of children. Slowly, after she vanishes from sight, the camera fades to black.
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