Hurrying through the many streets of London, I knew winter was fast approaching. I could feel the crisp, cold night air blowing on the back of my neck. I could hear the wind as it whispered through old buildings. But most of all, I could see the pure white cloud every time I puffed due to the fact that I was running. And the beggars, oh! They whined and groaned and asked for food or money. Yet they were ignored. Time after time after time. People just walked past; eager to get home and enjoy their warm and tasty dinners.
“Where are you going Emma?” Called my friend as he ran to catch up with me.
“I’m off to Harrods, Jake. I’ve got to get some presents for Mum, Dad, Daisy and Del.”
“Oh, ok, can I come?”
“Of course!” I replied, and we set off at a quick pace. Happily imagining the heat of the store and all the clothes, jewellery and toys there would be.
When we finally got to the store, we ran through the doors, our teeth chattering and our coats flying. Once inside, we were amazed at how many toys and clothes there were. We wandered around for a few hours, growing less and less cheerful by the minute. It seemed to be and endless store and we feared we would never find presents for my family. Wandering around the store with Jake made me realise just how poor my family really was. I saw hundreds of items that I knew I would never be able to afford.
We were about to leave the store, feeling completely depressed when an extremely loud alarm went off. We ran to the front of the store and raced down the escalators to the first level. Exciting things rarely happened to us and we were full of energy.
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