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It was Wednesday night, The day before Christmas I was shopping for a Christmas gift for myself just to get my mind of the coming up assessment for university, I was thinking about getting shoes because my shoes were getting broken and dirty. As I walking past the window of the shoe store, I came across the boots that where on the stand, I thought that it would be great for skiing. I went into the store to go and perches the shoes I didn’t mind on the price because I had $300 dollars, and the shoes where only $105, as I gabbed the shoes and left the store it stated to rain, I ran for shelter which was a dark allay way I got hit with the deathing smell of dying animal. There were homeless people lying on the wet floor some with no clothes and some with no blankets or anything that can cover their bodies with.
As I was getting pulled and tugged from the homeless people I came across a kids that look about six years old that had clothes on that where holding up by pieces of plastic as I started to feel bad for the kid a woman arrived next to the kids and said that that was her child and that she was trying to find some new clothes and food fer her kid, I started to feel more bad and decide to help the family. I gave the rest of my money to the mum and told her to get some new items for her and her kid. I continued to walk further through the alleyway the homeless people telling me to leave now, or I was not making out alive. I started to get freaked out more and ran through the allay way and tripped on somebody’s leg, as I got up the little boy that was with his mother was standing alone. When I asked the boy where his mother was, he was hesitant at first but slowly started to whisper in my ear “that was not my mother, that lady was lying.” As I turned around the mother popped up in front of me.
My heart started pounding like crazy! Who was this lady, and what did she want? The little boy grabbed my hand, his tiny fingers squeezing tight. "She's gonna try to trick you!" he whispered; his eyes wide with fear. I did not know what to do. Should I run? Should I fight? I felt like I was in one of those scary movies I was not allowed to watch. The "mother" took a step closer, and I could see this weird glint in her eyes. It was not a nice glint, either. It was like she was planning something super bad.
Suddenly, she lunged at me! I screamed and ducked, and she totally missed. I grabbed the little boy and started running as fast as I could. We dodged around the homeless people, who were now yelling and pointing. It was like a scene from a video game, but scarier because it was real. I did not know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away from that crazy lady. I hoped I could find a police officer or someone who could help us. This Christmas present shopping trip had turned into a total nightmare!
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I kept running through the dark alley, my heart pounding like a drum. The little boy’s hand was icy but firm in mine, guiding me through puddles and trash. Suddenly, I saw flashing lights ahead—police! Relief washed over me as we ran straight into their arms. The officers quickly handled the woman, who kept shouting and struggling. The boy clung to me, tears streaming down his cheeks. I realized then that the best gift I could have given that Christmas wasn’t shoes or money—it was safety and hope, even if only for one small child.
