Untitled by Aiden Jiuz One day, it was pouring at midnight. I never heard anything so quiet in New York before. I thought it was just me in New York. It’s pouring out. I just have my hoodie on, feeling like myself. I’m walking by myself. I think I see someone. I walked a bit more. I see this all black Nike tech person in front of this lady. Is he trying to rob this poor lady? I think in my head. “Hey, what are you doing?!” I said. “What did you say to me?” He pulled out a gun. “Woah, woah, chill bro,” I said. “Help me please! He is trying to rob me, sir,” she told me. I’m nervous. I have never been in a situation like this before. “Okay. Why are you even doing this anyways?” “I have to get money for myself,” he said. “But you could just get a job and not rob people, including this poor lady. Listen, robber, people are trying to not get robbed while they work hard to pay for their rent, paying for food, and you’re out here robbing people,” I said. “Let me ask you something, robber. You have kids?” “Yeah, I actually do,” he said. “Well, what would you think if your kids saw you robbing people, huh?” “Yeah, you’re right. I’m so sorry. Here ma’am, take your things.” There was sobbing. The robber left. “Thank you so much, sir,” the old lady said. I said, “No problem.” The End
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