Street rats
A splendid sun burns my back. I'm passing high buildings while running away from the bazaar of my city. My vest is already sweaty but I keep running and parkouring my way out. I try to zigzag through the people gathered around the plaza but I end up bumping into a girl. She seems to be in some kind of a trouble. I ask her what's going on and before even hearing a respond, an angry shop owner is coming at me. He is raging and accusing the girl of stealing something, and in that moment he recognizes my face. Not the first batch of cat and mouse with this guy. I take her hand and pull her away from the man. People are curiously looking but not willing to help. It's for sure that the owner will not leave this here if he ever sees us again. We run away from the situation, hand in hand.
We stop in the corner of a street, exhausted from half walking and half running. Not until now has she a chance to explain what had happened earlier. I ask for her name and she responds under her breath: "I'm Leyla." She takes a few seconds before continuing. "Thank you for helping me. I really wasn't stealing anything! He made me look guilty in front of everyone when I actually was ashamed. I was not given any chance to defend myself." That had happened to me, too. A lot of times. I could tell she wasn't a shy person who couldn't stand up for herself. "Sometimes it's better to fade from a situation. I get it. Would you want a cup of coffee or tea? At my place?" I ask her. She agrees to my suggestion.
I open the front door for her and let her step in first. I observe the expressions on her face and she seems not convinced. "Do you really live here?," she wonders. "Yeah, I do. Let me show you something. The views from up here are breathtaking." I take a few steps forward and open the dark curtains in front of my big window. The sunlight brightens the room and Leyla is curiously waiting to see what I'm talking about. We sit down by the window and look down on the city. Everything could be seen from up here. She admits to having been wrong and praises my place, wishing to be able to see the city like this forever. In a little while I hear loud music and people. "There's a parade but I have no clue what it is for..," I point out unable to finish my sentence when Leyla stands up and rushes to the door, "Thank you for the tea, it's time for me to leave. Hope to see you again." She opens the door and leaves me agaped. I wonder what had I done wrong or what did she see to leave like that. Will I ever know?
You use wide vocabulary and do good sentences, which are not too long or short either.Text is easy to read. Content in the text is really good because you managed to do short version of the fairy tale well! I can hardly find any mistakes. I can easily recognize what fairy tale your story is about but you have managed made the story your own. You have also great imagination! You could improve paragraph, do more chapters! Your fairy tale is about Aladdin, of course!
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