"Mum, when is our turn? I am very tired and hungry. We have already been standing for almost an hour!" I grumbled to my mum edgily.
"It's okay! Be patient. Just wait for a little while more," my mother replied. Impatient frowns creased my forehead as we waited for our turn. Suddenly, a burnt orange van screeched to a halt and two men with balaclavas covering over their faces, leapt out the vehicle with great agility. Needless to say, they were robbers!
“This is a robbery! Don't move!” they bellowed in unison and stormed into the bank like buffaloes and the leader of the gang was pointing a gun at us! Everyone, even my mother and I, was shuddering in fear and all of us huddled together in a corner, ashen-faced. Tension hung in the air. The robbers shot us penetrating glares and worked the tellers to give them all the money.
After a few minutes, chimney of money poured into their gargantuan bags. A huge grin split across the sidekick's but the leader boomed, demanding, “More money or pay for your lives!” Their eyes widened in greed and excitement bubbled into them when their bags were filled to the brim. However, their moment of jubilation was short-lived as the wails of police sirens reverberated through the air.
Panic-stricken, the robbers grabbed their bags which were as heavy as Santa Claus' bags. They took to their heels and escaped. However, all was too late. The police squad sprang into action and ran to the entrance, pointing their pistols at them, planning to shoot them if they refused to give themselves up. The sidekick immediately placed his weapon on the floor and gave himself up.
Suddenly, the leader brandished his gun and hooked his muscular arms over my neck and used me as his hostage! Overcome with fear, I tried to struggle but it was too hard for me to break free. He pointed his pistol at my temple and I could even smell his tobacco-stained breath. It was disgusting! My heart was lodged in my throat and my face blanched in trepidation. I pleaded, “Please don't kill me!”
My mother was intensely worried. She fell on her knees and implored, “Please let go of my boy! Take me instead!”
The robber turned a deaf ear and threatened with baleful intent, “Drop your guns and back off!” The stubborn man just refused to surrender .
“Let the boy go now!” warned the police commander firmly.
I quivered in trepidation and fear gripped the pits of my stomach. I could feel the metallic gun against my temple. The police was losing patience. They took their aim. Bang! A bullet whizzed through the air and pierced into his head. He fell to the ground in a dead faint and its face turned ghastly pale. I could feel the chill in my bones and my mouth fell agape in horror as his blood pooled ceaselessly on the white ceramic floor.
Suddenly, a dam of emotions erupted within me. I screamed devastatingly at the sight of the corpse. My mum ran forward and hugged me as if I were a teddy bear and crooned, “You are fine now, Son!” Everything then happened in a blurry. The waiting paramedics rushed forward and attended to me as I was badly traumatized. I was shivering like a leaf and I knew I was lucky to be alive.
P5 Siying. Edited by Mrs Lee
"It's okay! Be patient. Just wait for a little while more," my mother replied. Impatient frowns creased my forehead as we waited for our turn. Suddenly, a burnt orange van screeched to a halt and two men with balaclavas covering over their faces, leapt out the vehicle with great agility. Needless to say, they were robbers!
“This is a robbery! Don't move!” they bellowed in unison and stormed into the bank like buffaloes and the leader of the gang was pointing a gun at us! Everyone, even my mother and I, was shuddering in fear and all of us huddled together in a corner, ashen-faced. Tension hung in the air. The robbers shot us penetrating glares and worked the tellers to give them all the money.
After a few minutes, chimney of money poured into their gargantuan bags. A huge grin split across the sidekick's but the leader boomed, demanding, “More money or pay for your lives!” Their eyes widened in greed and excitement bubbled into them when their bags were filled to the brim. However, their moment of jubilation was short-lived as the wails of police sirens reverberated through the air.
Panic-stricken, the robbers grabbed their bags which were as heavy as Santa Claus' bags. They took to their heels and escaped. However, all was too late. The police squad sprang into action and ran to the entrance, pointing their pistols at them, planning to shoot them if they refused to give themselves up. The sidekick immediately placed his weapon on the floor and gave himself up.
Suddenly, the leader brandished his gun and hooked his muscular arms over my neck and used me as his hostage! Overcome with fear, I tried to struggle but it was too hard for me to break free. He pointed his pistol at my temple and I could even smell his tobacco-stained breath. It was disgusting! My heart was lodged in my throat and my face blanched in trepidation. I pleaded, “Please don't kill me!”
My mother was intensely worried. She fell on her knees and implored, “Please let go of my boy! Take me instead!”
The robber turned a deaf ear and threatened with baleful intent, “Drop your guns and back off!” The stubborn man just refused to surrender .
“Let the boy go now!” warned the police commander firmly.
I quivered in trepidation and fear gripped the pits of my stomach. I could feel the metallic gun against my temple. The police was losing patience. They took their aim. Bang! A bullet whizzed through the air and pierced into his head. He fell to the ground in a dead faint and its face turned ghastly pale. I could feel the chill in my bones and my mouth fell agape in horror as his blood pooled ceaselessly on the white ceramic floor.
Suddenly, a dam of emotions erupted within me. I screamed devastatingly at the sight of the corpse. My mum ran forward and hugged me as if I were a teddy bear and crooned, “You are fine now, Son!” Everything then happened in a blurry. The waiting paramedics rushed forward and attended to me as I was badly traumatized. I was shivering like a leaf and I knew I was lucky to be alive.
P5 Siying. Edited by Mrs Lee
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