Life goes on

Michael

It's two weeks after the funeral and I'm sitting in my house. I haven't been very productive since I moved out so I was trying to figure out what to do. "Why is this so hard?"I mumbled. I get up and go to my room a put some workout clothes on. Then I walk outside and start to jog. I run down the street and round the corner. "Help,that man stole my purse." A voice screams. I look up and see a man running at me. I run at him and he turns the corner so I speed up and shoulder check him. He falls and drops the purse. I grab and quickly run away. The girl was standing there looking very upset. "Here you go.'I say panting. "Oh my gosh, thank you,thank you,thank you!" She says happily. We part ways and I round the corner and there he is. Only this time he's holding a knife. "You're going to get it."he said. "You must of hit your hard when you fell if you think you are getting anywhere with that." I yell back. Compared to me he was scrawny and thin but he had a knife. He advances towards me and swings.