dsfsfjsdfjds part two

So today, upon coming home, I saw a huge roach outside on my door.

This scared the shit out of me, so I ran down the stairs and proceeded to whine to myself. Why, why, why this crap, why ALWAYS this crap?!

Two boys around my age came into the building, so I pulled up my guts and started talking.

"Excuse me," I said. "But I live on the second floor, and there's a huge roach outside my door. Will you help me?"

Without even blinking an eye, they agreed, and came up to help kill the roach. And then they left after a few thank yous and no problems, the deed done entirely out of what appears to have been a desire to help a frantic foreign girl in need.

I want to get out of this hell hole now, but at least my fellow tenants have all been nice to me.