The title had planted large bushes along that side that were quite overgrown. I was small then, only about 5′2″, 100 pounds, if that. I couldn’t help but notice that those rows of bushes had grown so tall, that I could just barely see part of the storefronts above them. I knew I would have to cross the street soon, as my next class, my favorite, a class in poetry was coming up. Suddenly, before I could react, a large unkempt man with a long beard jumped out from behind one of those bushes. He looked crazy and wild. He had a large liquor bottle in one hand while he suddenly had a tight grip on my left arm, the arm holding my books. I began to fight him, as hard as I could with my empty right arm.
To be honest, he looked sick and title weak. Whatever he was trying to do, he didn’t seem well enough to pull it off. Still, I was so shocked that I didn’t make a sound; I just continued to hit him with my right hand, hoping that he would figure that I was just too much trouble, and let me go! If he had been in good shape, I knew I’d be down on the ground behind those bushes in no time. It happened so fast, I barely had time to be afraid! No one seemed to be out there on this usually very busy street, but unfortunate me and this crazy guy. Where WAS everyone?! He wouldn’t let go. He continued pulling me down behind that bush while I hit him.