I Witness a Crime

In a afternoon; I walk to the bus stop. I saw one back door flew open and she ran out quickly from the store. She is wear blue jeans and a mulit-shirt and sneakers with white socks and holding some items from the store. I saw the police and manager search outside of the store for the criminal. I see with my eyes the woman flee from the store to the east and I walk to west to the bus stop. I am scared because I witness a crime of thief. I am thankful that nothing happen to me and I enter the bus with a testimony in my life.