As I walk the city streets, I don’t discover much. It’s the middle of December, and the weather is cold and dreary. Also, it’s midnight, so I suppose most people aren’t awake at this hour. I don’t mind though, I kind of like …show more content…
I didn’t have much; all I had with me was a ragged old bag. I was starving, and I was determined to find some food. Eventually, I found a man selling food at a market about a block away from the Tower Bridge. After bargaining with the man at the market for a bushel of potatoes, I left with only a penny in my pocket. The potatoes costed me a whole 59 cents. Although I didn’t have much money left over, I wasn’t worried. If I only ate half a potato a day, I knew I could make a bushel of potatoes last me the entire month.
I finally started making my way back to the bridge for the night, and I felt a group of people slowly approaching me like a pack of wolves approaching their prey. As they got closer to me, I felt a tug on the bushel of potatoes I was carrying; they were trying to steal them. When I realized what they were doing, I jumped so high I felt like I could almost fly. Immediately I looked at the group of pick pocketers and said, “what do you think you’re doing?!” One of them replied, “give us your potatoes or join our gang!” Knowing that the potatoes were my only source of food, I had no choice but to join the