Today, I met many people who brought bags with them. whe I saw them at a glance, I thought that I had to move to a better place. yeah ... that's a bag! ... I'm going to live in one of their bag. a woman that seized my attention is her smile. I thought that she was a good woman. she stood alone at the corner of the road catching for a bus to bring her to go someplace. I just stared for a while to find if she was fine for me or not.
I still remembered with my next door. his name is Teddy. He said to me that a girl or a woman hated a frog. that's what made me do nothing for minutes. I still tried to encourage myself to close to her and jump into her bag without saying 'sorry' or could I live ....?
She wore a dark jacket with a dark glasses. a heeled shoes decorated her beautiful legs. she remained stood up without addressing people rushed go-and-back in front of her. I still sat silently. but, suddenly, there was a man closed to her and said something that I didn't understand their conversation.
I could look at her face when she screamed suddenly. the man stayed away when the woman hit the man with a fretty bag that I dreamed of. I got shocked!
"The bag was being used to hit him!", I thought." what I would be if I was inside of the bag at this time"
I didn't want to think a lot about it then it made me away from this.
Now I believed what my neighbour said 3 weeks ago. I thought that he was right!
Yeah ... he was really right!
