" Huff, puff." Jane breathed. Jane was on her way home and didn't look forward to watching television today as she had a mountain of homework and a skyscraper of assessment books to finish. Jane did not waste time and walked hastily.
On the way, she saw a woman sashaying down the road, which looked like to be her neighbor, Aunt Jennie who is a home-based fashion designer, Aunt Jennie didn't seem to be herself today, she was dressed in a red blouse and wore mascara with arrogant looks. Jane suspected she was attending a seminar and ignored her as she continued her way home.
" Help! " Jane turned to her back and saw Aunt Jannie on the floor with scabs and bruises on her feet and hands. Jane ran over to her feet and hands. Jane ran over to her and asked her if she was alright. She pointed to the motorcycle and told me that the rider of the motorcycle had pickpocketed her wallet. Jane took a glance at the license plate and wrote it down on a piece of paper. One of the passersby called the police.
Aunt Jennie welled up with tears causing her black linen and mascara to smudge. Jane offered a tissue and the crowd consoled her. After 2 minutes, the police arrived. Jane described the incident to the police and the thief's vehicle license plate number. Jane was glad that she had helped someone out today.
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book of compositions
Poetryi wrote this book for students, hoping they would improve in their knowledge in compositions, i wanted to gift this to my teacher, @Sab_sabby. i hope you'll could support me. remixes are allowed.
