The Cold Autumn

Hello it's me Ketchup again to write this story that hopefully will be entered into the Writing Competition 2.0. Although the theme is Spring, it's actually Autumn here, so I'm not going to write about Spring. Hopefully you'll understand.
This will probably be a short story and will explain how I feel when it's the season of Autumn.
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I stood there in the light rain like I was having a cold natural shower. My school uniform wet and my bare hands cold, but still I held onto the bus pass and waited for the bus to arrive.
Autumn was not my favourite season and perhaps never will be. It's the season that enters into Winter and I don't like Winter either. It's too cold and uncomfortable.
TBC