Emily Johnson- chapter 4

The night sky darkened and the wind started to blow across my face. My hair flying with the wind, and there I was. I took one step and looked at the shop I was now facing. Two choices ran through my head. They were: Shall I ask the shopkeeper to help me? or just walk off?. I could hear my stomach rumbling. I hadn't eaten for a whole week. I searched through dustbins and could still not find any food that I thought could be edible. I drank water from the rain. I wondered down the long road and looked at all of the shops. So much food.  

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