Monday, September 24, 2012
A Robbery - By Isabelle
‘Ring! Ring!’ School is over! I walked out of the classroom and out of the school gates. Sighing, I went through the ton of homework Mrs Ng had given me. I walked along the path that wound around the trees like a scaly red serpent home. Taking out my key to open the door, I suddenly noticed with shock that the door was left wide open. A shiver went down my spine. What had happened here? There was only one way to find out. I pushed open the door.
Standing in the doorway, a gasp of horror left me. The cushions were strewn all over the living room and magazines were scattered on the floor. My dad’s precious guitar was smashed and torn and the strings were uprooted from it. The case was carelessly thrown to one side. The trophy case was smashed and the trophies and medals were gone. I put down my school bag in a corner and sat down, thinking, “Who could have been here?” My head filled with images of burglars, highway robbers, thieves, werewolves......I cleared my mind of those images and went to investigate further.
I went into my parents’ bedroom. The drawers were carelessly pulled out, all possessions stolen. Feeling grim, I whipped out my mobile phone and called the police. ‘Yes?’ The operator’s soothing voice calmed my nerves down. ‘My house has been robbed!’ I cried, unable to restrain myself. ‘Don’t worry, I will get some policemen to conduct an investigation on your house.’ replied the operator.
‘Put your hands up and surrender all your possessions!’ I felt a cold blade of a metal knife touch my throat. I gasped in horror. To my relief, two burly policemen stormed into the living room and pointed a gun at the thief. One policeman confiscated the knife and pinned the thief to the ground while the other put the thief in hand cuffs. The thief was taken away to be put in jail and the policemen returned the stolen items back to me. By the time my parents came home, the policemen had gone off. I recounted the incident to my parents and they praised me for being a quick-thinking girl.
By: Isabelle Sim Mocha 4
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