Can someone do a 2 paragraph narrative essay?

Early the other morning, I started out, not with the pleasure-seekers, but with those who toil the day long that they may live. Everybody was rushing-girls of all ages and appearances and hurrying men-and I went along, as one of the throng. I had often wondered at the tales of poor pay and cruel treatment that working girls tell. There was one way of getting at the truth, and I determined to try it. It was becoming a paper box factory girl. Accordingly, I started out in search of work without experience, reference, or aid.

It was a tiresome search, to say the least. Had my living depended on it, it would have been discouraging, almost maddening. I went to a great number of factories in and around Bleecker and Grand streets and Sixth Avenue, where the workers number up into the hundreds. "Do you know how to do the work?" was the question asked by everyone. When I replied that I did not, they gave me no further attention.