The Day My House got Burgled For my family and me it was just another normal day.
Rakeshdeep Korotana 10.01 Deadline: 27/11/06
GCSE English Coursework: Autobiography
The Day My House got Burgled
For my family and me it was just another normal day. My alarm clock sounded at 07:15 and I got out of bed to start my daily routine. I brushed my teeth, got dressed and tottered to the kitchen to have some breakfast. At this time my dad had gone to Canada to attend some relative's funeral, so at the time wasn't with us. Me along with my mom, sister and brother got into the car. We also owned a small Asian business on Soho Road, which sold Asian confectionary and Asian snacks as well as Asian curries. And had intentions of staying at our shop that night so we checked all the locks thoroughly before getting into the car. Then my mom switched on the ignition and we left the house at about 08:00 sharp. It was typical journey to school with all the traffic and people going to work, I would say it took about 30 minutes, ten minutes longer than usual, I arrived at school at about 08:28, ten minutes late but at least I wasn't late so it didn't really matter. I was looking forward to this day as it was a Friday and we had games in the afternoon. But I would find out later that it would be an atrocious day.
The bell rang at about 08:34 and along with my friends I walked to the form room. The first thing I did was to put my games kit in my locker. After about 10-15 minutes later my form tutor walked into the room. At first sight it looked as if he had come only to do the register, but at a second glance he also had quite a bundle of other papers in his hand. Later I learnt that today was progress cards, which had come without any warning. For some particular reason I had a feeling these progress cards weren't going to be very good ones. Slowly the form tutor started to hand the sheets of paper out, my name was getting closer and closer, my legs were shaking and my teeth chattering. Now it was my turn, I took my progress card and started to examine them. At first sight they didn't seem too bad 1 A, a couple of B's and a few C's they looked satisfactory until I looked at my grade all the way at the bottom, my DiDA (diploma in digital assets) grade to my horror it was an E grade. Now my heart started to pound, as these grades were even worse than I had predicted. Before I could start to find the cause of this bad grade I decided to look at my friend's grades, they were very similar D's and E's.
The bell rang at 09:00. I had just about been able to get over the shock of getting an E grade for the first time in my life. I looked at my timetable to see what lesson I had first that day, and what a coincidence it was that a DiDA first. The teacher had some explaining to do. I picked up my bag and walked over to the ICT block. My DiDA teacher told the whole class that this term the highest grade possible was a C. This made me feel a bit better but still there ...
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The bell rang at 09:00. I had just about been able to get over the shock of getting an E grade for the first time in my life. I looked at my timetable to see what lesson I had first that day, and what a coincidence it was that a DiDA first. The teacher had some explaining to do. I picked up my bag and walked over to the ICT block. My DiDA teacher told the whole class that this term the highest grade possible was a C. This made me feel a bit better but still there was a big difference between a C and an E. Anyway I tried to ignore the fact and made a target that next time I would try harder, and carried on with my typical day. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and the best part of it was that I had games after lunch. I walked into the canteen and bought my usual, a chicken burger and pizza. For the rest of the break I was just sitting in the canteen chatting to friends. Finally the bell rang at 13:24 and I started to make my exit from the canteen and into the form room. I arrived there at 13:26 just in time for the second bell to ring. When the door opened the first thing I did was to go to my locker and get my games kit out of my locker, then the form tutor came in and started to take the register. Subsequent to the register being taken I paced downstairs and lined up outside the gym with the rest of my form. The teachers opened the gates and I treaded on to the bus. My friends and me went to the upper deck of the bus and started another conversation.
I would say the bus left the school for the fields in Handsworth Wood at about 13:40. It was around this time that I thought I would gather my bags and put them on the empty seat in front of me. I picked up my rucksack and put it on. I was now searching under the seat for my gym bag, which contained my games kit. This was when a bad day got even worse for me I asked the people around me if they had seen my bag the answer as you'd probably expect was no. I then thought and remembered, "Oh shit I've left my bloody games kit in the form room," I exclaimed this so loud that I got told off from the teacher sitting upstairs.
What were I to do now as I had no games kit to play games, I couldn't borrow any of the school's kits, as firstly they were leftovers from people who had forget to take there kits back and secondly they were never washed. Anyway the bus dropped us at the fields and all the students started to walk down to the changing rooms. While my friends around me started to get changed I was sitting on the bench playing on my mobile phone. Well you think of it what else could I do. Then one of my friend's said, "Why don't you do and tell the teachers." I got up and walked over to the staff room and explained to the teachers that I had left my games kit in the form room and I wasn't trying to skip games. It just wouldn't work, they said you have to use the left over games kits and you have to do games. I had no choice so I started to rummage through the old, muddy kits. I picked a decent pair and started to get dressed, I walked out of the changing rooms feeling like someone else as I was wearing someone else's clothes. As you can probably tell the teams picked at random by the teacher and they were unfair. The worst thing about it was that I was put on the weaker team. And you can probably guess that the weaker team lost, no actually we never lost we got hammered 7-0. This bad day was starting to become even worse than it already was. When the match was over I stamped back to the changing rooms and took off the games kit, which I had borrowed, I got dressed quickly as possible and started to make my way back to the coach accompanied with some of my friends. The coach trip back to school took about 15 minutes. And then when it arrived I walked straight back to my shop, which was a two-minute walk from the school.
When I arrived back at the shop I learnt that my mom's brother in law had come to visit from Italy, so because of this I did not show my progress card to my mom. I got changed and put my school uniform into the washing machine. The rest of the day was a typical Friday evening; after I had eaten food I went to the bathroom to have a bath. I finished just in time to watch WWE Raw, the show lasted two hours, which also gave me a chance to relax after my stressing day.
At about 19:30 my mom decided it was a good time to close the shop so we started to close the shop. The process took about 30-45 minutes due to the fact that we had to finish any work currently being done and then clean the shop. For the rest of the evening we were just sitting in the shop now closed talking to my uncle and the rest of the family, and this was the part when I found this day one of the worst days of my life.
The shop telephone rang at about 21:10 it wasn't good news I learnt that it was a phone call from our neighbours telling us that our burglar alarm was ringing. My heart started to pound again, could my house have been burgled or did the alarm go off by some sort of insect. Fortunately a close friend of ours had come on the night and with him my uncle and me, we raced to our house, my mom, sister and brother would follow later after locking up all the doors. My family's close friend who I called uncle for respect roared down the motorway at 120mph, normally we didn't go through the motorway, but now it was an emergency, we got to the house in just over 5 minutes.
When we arrived at the house we were in the middle of a crime scene the burglar alarm ringing violently, all the neighbours surrounding the house. At this time the police had also been called by the neighbours who lived opposite us, due to the fact that they felt something wasn't right in our house. I met up with one of the police officers and I was told not to open the door because someone might still be in the property, and I was also told that police dogs were on their way.
I waited another 10 minutes shivering in the cold and having a feeling of nervousness. Until the police officers said that police dogs weren't available, so I was instructed to open the door, they were ready with their batons, I opened the door and they rampaged in. They checked every single room and told me not to come in until they were sure the property was vacant. I walked into the house, all around the ground floor there was no damage and nothing had been taken. I was then told to come upstairs but was warned that it was a hell of a mess upstairs.
I walked up the stairs at this time my mom had come in her car with my brother and sister. The landing seemed fine but then I walked into the master bedroom, it was chaos in there, half of the ceiling had been ripped away and the other half dangling, all the wardrobes and drawers had been flung open and emptied of their contents, I looked into the en-suite which overlooked the garden, that was in the same sort of state, but not as bad, at this time my mom walked into the house and was heartbroken she could not believe what had happened as well as the rest of us. My bedroom was next, that also had a big gaping hole in the ceiling and my top drawer of my desk was open, I straight away noticed that my wallet had been taken, anything else of I couldn't be sure. My sister's room was the last room to be affected, it had a smaller hole, and luckily nothing was taken out of her room. My brother was the luckiest in the family as his room never had any problems and nothing had been taken.
The master bedroom was the most affected, and I believe had the most stuff taken out of it. One of the police officers climbed into the loft to inspect it, I was shocked to hear that there was a hole in the roof; it was nearly impossible, how could someone climb a 5 metre high roof without the aid of a ladder and being noticed.
The police officer then explained how he thought the burglary took place, firstly somehow the burglars climbed on to the roof, from there they removed a couple of roof tiles and with a sharp object cut the felt which the tiled were bedded upon. Then after getting into the loft they made holes through some of the rooms, the alarm did not sound at this point because there were no PIR alarm sensors in any of the bedrooms, so the burglars knew exactly what they were doing and they knew the alarm couldn't sound with the manner they had entered. Then because of some wrong move the PIR sensor in the landing caught one of the burglars and at this point the burglars panicked and ran downstairs out of the kitchen window, which had been forced open and I did not know of it.
After the explanation the police officer took down statements from my mom, and me, I had told them that my dad was in Canada at the moment and if they wanted to meet him they could do so at a later stage. Statements were also taken from the neighbours. Then the police officers left, and told us it would be ideal if you could sleep somewhere else for a little while until, the rooms have been tidied a little. And also said that scenes of crime would come in the morning to analyse the property.
This was a day that I would never forget, as it was a bad day, which got worse and worse, and it will stay with me for the rest of my life.
