Shakespeare's Theatre

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Shakespeare’s Theatre

        As I left my typical house in my typical neighbourhood, I slammed the miniature, oak door, shouting goodbye to my mother on the way. I walked in the direction of the so-called famous globe. I was surrounded by allsorts of weird and wonderful characters. I needed to rush if I wanted to make the performance but an opportunity in disguise hit me in the face like the autumn wind. This was one of the most lucky days I had ever had! What could possibly be a better way to make money?

        I saw a middle - aged man, he had all brown hairs on his head apart from the few exceptional grey ones and great big, round blue eyes. Which in my opinion are feminine features, but never mind. He had a moustache covering his abnormally large upper lip and he wore a black tuxedo which had obviously been made out of the finest materials money could buy. I got the recently sharpened knife out of my ragged pocket and cautiously rushed to catch up with the obnoxious, rich man. I walked past him, brushing arms on the way. One of the oldest tricks in the book, Stupid, rich man. At that moment I had realised he gotten suspicious and made my way into the considerably large crowd without alerting anyone around me. I kept being pushed and shoved. My body looked like it was uncontrollably vibrating but I tried my best to look into my hand without dropping the contents of the wallet. In my hand was a soft, brown, leather wallet which was full of pennies! A Shakespearean play courtesy of a filthy rich man. I had sliced the thong with my scratched up knife.

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        When I looked at the time, I was in disbelief. No! I made my way left and out of the crowd, pushing everyone out of my way. I couldn’t find my way out. It felt like the crowd was endless. After continuous searching, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I got out and ran like lightning. I turned round the corner and got ahead of the crowd. I was out of breath but I kept whispering words of encouragement to myself. My voice was wobbly due to all the running. I felt more like a horse ...

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