When I was through with my doctor’s appointment, I made my way down to the lobby. My mom was going to pick me up, but because she was always late, I realized I had some time to spare. I took a seat in the lobby and smiled politely at the three elderly people sitting near me. There were two women and an old man. I dug into my backpack for my library book. Soon, one of the women and the old man left the place. The beautiful grey-haired woman and I were the only ones in the lobby.

I looked at her directly. She appeared dignified, serious, and stern. I thought she might have been a former English teacher because she impressed me as a person with knowledge and confidence. She intentionally avoided my direct glance, but as I lifted my book to read, I could feel her eyes carefully gazing in my direction.

Concentrating on the book was impossible. My thoughts kept on shifting from the beautiful grey-haired woman to thoughts of school; everyone was talking of graduation. Some kids had been discussing what gifts to buy for each other. My face turned red at the thought that it had never occurred to me that kids bought presents for graduation. In our home, relatives bought the graduates presents. I had no money and I couldn’t ask my parents because they didn't have any either. Yet, I longed to be able to share with my best friends something that would help them remember our friendships, even if it was just little.

I was still deep in thought when, suddenly, I heard a commotion at the elevator. An elderly woman was in a wheelchair and an older woman was trying to push her. She was struggling with the heavy glass door. I quickly jumped up to help her. It was then I realized that the woman pushing the chair could barely walk! I eased them through both sets of doors and helped them to the elevator. They thanked me but I could see that they needed help to get on and off the elevator and into their doctor’s office safely, so I decided to help them.

On my way back, I realized that I had left my backpack on the lobby chair. There was nothing of value in it, just a wallet with fifty-nine cents in change, a small mirror, a comb and some tissues. Luckily, my precious library book was still there! As I sat down, I could see the beautiful grey-haired woman’s smiling eyes on me. She seemed proud of me. Then, her taxi arrived and, without a word, she was gone.

I decided to pick through my pennies and to see if I had enough to buy some peanuts. I opened my wallet and, to my surprise, I found a fifty-dollar bill neatly tucked inside. My mind flashed to the beautiful stranger. I had been kind to a stranger and a stranger had been kind to me.

Start your prewriting work to change the above personal narrative into a fiction story.

Make sure you pick a title and give names to all of the Characters in the above story.