Delivering money to my Uncle.

I started wearing my pair of jeans that were quite tight around the bum but baggy from the thighs down, my school cap, my three quarter length sleeve shirt which had pink and purple pinstripes down it and fastened quite low, with my pink shoes and my denim jacket. ‘Now, Maria’ Said my mother, ‘hurry up and get ready. I’ve put your best clothes out on your bed. Dress yourself, and we’ll have our breakfast.’

‘Yes, mother.’

‘Now wait a second. Let me think, did I forget anything?’ I was confused whether to be excited about the trip or to be worried about the money.

Two hours later my mother was saying her final words to me ‘do not tell any body that you are going to Birmingham with all that money.’ ‘I won’t’ I said in a soft voice. Then she kissed me goodbye. Her tears were coming down from her eyes reaching my soft cheek. ‘Oh I will miss my mother a lot’ I thought. She cried a little. But did not cry for long. She had her work to do.

I entered the train so excited about meeting my old uncle, ‘the excitement boils like a hot cauldron of emotion inside of you then it hits you’ I thought quickly when I was moving in the train. As I came closer to the seat I saw two fat women sitting next to each other, one of them was wearing her thick glasses. A man was sitting opposite to the ladies. He was a medium built man, quite short and always had a smile on his face and he was wearing a big black hat. I am sure that if he was to tell me my parents had died, he would say it with a big smug grin on his face.

‘Good Morning, ladies and gentlemen.’ I said greeting them. The woman with the glasses said ‘Good morning young man’ then whispered the other woman ‘ boys don’t usually have such good manners as this one.’

Then I introduced my self ‘I am Maria Smith and going to Birmingham to give my uncle some money.’ At that moment I stopped my self from talking ‘Oh my god, what have I done, I shouldn’t tell strangers about the money. That’s what my mother told me… I bet she’s going to be angry if I tell her.’

I put my little hand in ...

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I put my little hand in my pocket and didn’t feel happy until I felt the little bag. I looked around at other people in the carriage. They did not look like thieves. One of the two women started to chat quietly to the man with the black hat. I was thinking about my mother when that lady who was wearing the glasses asked the man to buy her a cup of coffee. ‘There is something fishy about this, that woman has her coffee next to her and asked the man to buy her a cup…I better keep my eyes opened’ I thought quickly.

About twenty minutes later they came back the man looked at me and smiled a mean smile. Then the woman started talking to me telling me about Birmingham and other places like that. I was so bored and tired. I jus couldn’t resist closing my eyes and falling asleep.

I sat up quickly, rubbed my eyes, and said: ‘Oh! Nobody is in here’. My knees were shaking. I got up from the floor, brushing my dusty coat with my hand. I put my hands into my pocket. The money has gone!

I took my hand out of my pocket. Nothing was left but the pin that had gone into my finger and my red blood ran down. There were no words to describe how I felt when I found out. I wept but not because of the blood but because I lost the money that my mother has been saving for my uncle. ‘ How can I meet my uncle without any money?’ I thought then remembered the picture of my uncle and his wife sitting smiling in our living room with our little kitten. ‘I bet he won’t be smiling if I tell him I lost the money.’ I said ‘what happened to the world, people used to be more friendly and never steal from each other.’

The train stopped. I looked out of the window and saw a board high up on a wall. It said EAST STATION. The doors were opened.

Suddenly I spotted a black hat some distance away among the crowed. ‘Yes I found the thief! Or maybe not’ I thought. I got out at once. I put down my case, jumped back into the carriage ‘phew nearly forgot my flowers’. Now where is that black hat?’ I thought. I fell against people’s legs, hit someone with my case and ran on. The crowed was getting thicker and thicker, and it was harder and harder to get through.

There was the black hat! Oh, but there was another! I could hardly carry my case and further. I wanted to put it down and leave it, but then, someone might steal it. At last I got through the crowed so I was near the black hat.

Was it the thief? NO.

There was another one. NO, this man was too short. I ran in and out of the crowed.

There! There was the fellow! That was Mr. White he was passing through the gate and seemed to be in a great hurry.

‘I’ll get you’ I shouted angrily.

I gave my ticket to the railway man. Put my case down, held the flowers and ran after the black fat shouting ‘Thief! .. thief!’

The man with the black hat started running as fast as he could and so did I. Everybody was standing there looking at us running.

Motorcars went past the tram, hurrying around corners, closely followed by more and more cars. What a noise there was! And what a lot of people!

At that moment I thought nobody would help me because they don’t know me. But suddenly I saw about three policemen following me trying to stop the running thief and finally stopped him. I shouted ‘give me back my money I have to give it my uncle’. ‘What are you talking about kid?’ he replied. Then I faced one of the policemen ‘please tell him to give me my money’ I said with tears coming down from my eyes. Then his voice was coming out from his mouth ‘search him men.’ The two men started searching and searching but they didn’t find anything in his coat or his bag. ‘Oh my god where is my money’ I said. Then noticed that his hat looks a bit bigger than normal. ‘Yes, I know where me money is’ I shouted ‘its in the hat’. One of the policemen took off his hat and found some money. Then the thief said ‘this is not your money its mine.’

I took a deep breath thinking how can I prove it. I put my little hand in my pocket and the policemen and the man were staring at me. I looked down thinking that’s it I am not getting my money back but I saw the little cut on my finger. ‘I can prove it’ I said in a childish way ‘my money have little holes because I pinned it to my pocket before I went into the train. At last the police officer looked at the money, saw the little holes and shouted ‘you are under arrest’. And I went back to the train smiling and excited about meeting my uncle again. ‘Well I have learnt my lesson…two lessons actually’ I thought ‘never trust somebody that you don’t know and life is sometimes difficult, but there are so many kind people in the world.’