Jennella
I didn’t see the girl until I rounded the corner and bumped into her. Her things went flying and I instinctively grabbed her and kept her from falling. Her head came up, her eyes blazing with anger. ‘Why don’t you..YOU? Oh! Mr. Murphy it’s you.’ ‘Yes, Jennella Barton! I am sorry, it was my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Here, let me help you gather up your things.’ I bent over and our heads bumped, hard. ‘Ow! ‘Damn that hurts!’ I led her to a nearby bench. ‘Set here I’ll get...