Monday, May 6, 2013

PSLE: Serial Pickpocket on the Train

Staring at the grey walls of my cell, memories of my past come flooding back to my mind.  I start recollecting the days of my crime.  I began my life as a perpetrator with petty thefts for the thrill of it.  I was caught umpteen times but my parents believed that I would turn over a new leaf - I never did.  Instead, I grew more brazen.  The police was hot on my heels but I managed to outsmart them time and again until one day...
 
"Please stand behind the yellow line," the announcement blared its familiar warning.  It was rush hour, the busiest time at the station, and the train was arriving.  To ordinary commuters, the MRT train is for commuting but to me, it was my favourite hunting ground.  Soon, the train arrived and the commuters were like busy bees, swarming towards the exits as if they were freshly-coloured flowers.  Inside, the cabins were packed.  Some passengers were deeply engrossed in their books or mobile gadgets.  Others were trying to catch their forty-winks.  I started looking for my prey and spotted an easy target - a middle-aged lady.  I was eyeing on her Louis Vuitton wallet sitting in her gargantuan handbag.
 
Suddenly, the train jolted and I grabbed this golden opportunity to lurch forward to nick her wallet.  It was an easy as pie.  The woman was still oblivious that her wallet had been stolen.  Hehe!
 
I thought I could go scot-free like always when a boy, who witnessed me stealing, raised the alarm and shouted at the top of his voice, "PICKPOCKET!"  My cover was blown!  To save my own skin (escape from dangerous situation), I dashed away like a scalded cat (very quickly) in panic!  

Unfortunately, some called the police while a few gave chase.  My footsteps slowed down and I was panting breathlessly by now.  Sadly, I was outnumbered one to ten.  Cornered, I displayed my karate moves to frighten them off but they stood undeterred.  United as one, these everyday heroes wrestled me to the ground and pinned me down.  With the arrival of the police, I was hauled right to the police station.
 
"Lim Ah Beng, you are a disgrace to society and I hereby sentence you to ten years' imprisonment," the judge spoke gravely after months of court proceedings.  My parents sobbed upon hearing the verdict.
 
Sigh.  I have learnt the hard way that crime does not pay.  Serving my sentence now, I count my days looking forward to be set free.  This time, I vow never to grieve them again.

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