Dear journal, today was very interesting day. I met a fairly large lady named Mrs. Jones. It all started when I tried to snatch her purse. I feel straight to the ground because of the immense weight. I was so nervous. I didn’t want to go to jail. She shook me so much I could feel my teeth rattled. In addition, I thought she would take me to jail. I began to feel upset because I knew then and there I made a huge mistake. All I wanted were shoes were shoes. It wasn’t my fault that I lived on the street, I had no money to support me, and I really was a harmless kid. Luckily Mrs. Jones was kind enough not to take me jail. I can’t explain how happy I felt. I never wanted to be a criminal. She was still hanging on to me though which still made me scared but I felt better about not going to jail. She was a scary woman after all. She wasn’t the smallest person and her purse was heavier than nails. She was also extremely intimidating since she …show more content…
I was really surprised when we got there. She actually asked if I needed anything like food or water. Of course I said no but I honestly was daydreaming about food. She told me I was safe. I reassured her that I was harmless. She sent me to go wash my face as it had been dirty. After that she heated up my favorite, lima beans. We ate and talked. I felt internally safe. Mrs. Jones asked me what I needed the money for. I knew I could trust her. She had given me somewhat of a shelter and food so I decided to tell her the truth. The truth sounded better in my head though because when I told her it was for shoes she just stared at me. I didn’t what to do. I mean that's the truth. Then, out of nowhere she gave me the $10. Do you know how much that is? Mrs. Jones is honestly rich! I was so excited I ran off with money. What a day. I got my shoes I wanted, met a new friend, and got some food. I would forever be grateful for Mrs. Jones’