Determined Wife

"Get her!", Jasmine shouted. Loud panting was heard. A group of girls were chasing a girl who was carrying a bag of products from the markets as she ran. She looked back and forth and tried increasing her run. She was getting tired, absentmindedly, she did not see the stairs as she fell, she rolled down, fell on the ground. She stood rubbed her palms together attempting to dust. Jasmine's gang stopped and looked at her. She ran but a little bit faster. She climbed down a set of stairs and jumped down. She blinked back tears, turned and hid behind a building. "Where is she? Where did she go?", Jasmine said. "Jas, what do we do?", another voice said. It was Aisha. "Jas, over there!", another voice mentioned. All eyes turned to see the bag spilled with market goods. The girl looked and saw the bag. She closed her eyes, thinking. She grabbed the bag and sped off. "Good work, Betty", Jasmine praised the last voice. The four of them raced after h er, the girl ran, her hair standing off her head, she turned a corner and was met with and ending road, a deadend. "Oh no, what do i do!", she exclaimed. She turned around and stopped haltingly. They had caught her, but it was not over she looked to her side and there was nothing she could through agt these scumbags. She stepped back as they carefreely walked to her. "Here, kitty, kitty! Be a nice kitty and come over to your master", Violet the last of them four girls said. " Come on, now, nowhere else to run", Jasmine said. She had reached the wall, her back slamming hard. 'Oh no, not again', she said to herself.