A kindhearted woman

Amelia dragged her feet down the street her apartment was, crying profusely.

Everyone that passed past her stared at her. They all wondered what had happened to her, but never asked her what happened.

“How do I call Mr. James now? He is going to be so mad at me tomorrow. If I don’t resume using the phone tomorrow, I’ll be so done!”

“All my money has been stolen, I can’t buy another one unless I get home and pick some more cash. But I can’t come back here tonight, it’s already late.”

“Why is the world against me so much? Why do you hate me so much!” She cried aloud like a baby.

She kept dragging her feet, her head lowered in sadness, and her bag hung carelessly on her shoulder.

She didn’t care about the eyes that peered at her. She was devastated.

She shuffled past the mall on her street and before she could take five footsteps away from the entrance of the mall, she heard a loud crash behind her.

She stood walking and looked back in fear. She saw a woman struggling with alread