Personal Narrative-I Am Samuel's Death

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Hello, I’m Samuel. I’m 10 years old, but don’t ask about my parents their dead. They both died when i was 8. I live on Maryland St. by the sewer gates and feast on whatever things drift along. I joined a big group of pick-pockets and we make actually a decent amount of money every now and then. One day i was with my friend Zachary and we were scavenging for food when I saw a middle aged women drop her purse and not notice that she even dropped it. I ran over and grabbed it debating if i should take it or give it back to her, I started running toward her when i got close enough I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She whipped back and grabbed my hand then I said “Sorry mam for startling you, but you dropped this”. Holding it out

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