The school bus-Do you think my first attempt sounds ok?

There was a time when i had seen the morning, sun-less sky everyday- to wait for my school bus show up its grinning face, slightly slanted, on the horizon of the street where i lived. The route taken by my school bus is etched in my memory because of its daily repetition, one that took me to many corners of the city i had not seen before- the beach and the resorts by them, the straight National Highways which seememd to be smooth like satin...These were the roads through which tourists made a beeline to Kovalam..The rain would swoosh down through the bus windows, which makes others force me to pull down the window shutters; other times the harsh sun would bake us all inside that school bus, alternatively in various months..sometimes the bus itself would change into some other vehicle with a formidable looking mustache rather than the friendly grin..the students were not regulars..especially a particular boy with straight parted hair..the only thing that in that bus was the song that played in the bus stereo for general entertainment-'Karimizhi kuruviye kandilla'- a song that sang about the cute little fights of lovers sung by themselves..and i hated it for being so damn pemanent!..While taking the route adjacent to our school we snake past the spiralling roads of a hill and after much confusion which we reach there or get out of there..The school..it is less green than i was used to..every morning i felt like stepping into a black and white world..Barely any trees, yet the monsoon winds brought out the grey undertone of the white buildings and cement laden grounds..