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Try ... Or Die! Funny thing, crime is. Some do it for fun; others are forced into committing it. A crime always means that there is someone who ends up hurt, upset or even killed. I, of course was one of those people forced into committing it. Personally, I am, or should I say was a nice person and it would break my heart to bits to see a person suffering in any sort of way. But I had no choice. It was a matter of life and death for me. A situation of "do or die". I had no other options. I know I should have died rather than do what I did. I was foolish. Very foolish. Here is how my series of unfortunate events unfolds... It was dark. It was cold. There was a full moon out tonight. I shivered in the eerie environment. I could hear the wind wailing overhead. The moonlight filtered through the trees lighting up my surroundings. I could sense the scent of dread in the atmosphere, tense as it was. Perfect. I felt a menacing grin forming on forming on my face. I took two paces forward, the golden-brown autumn leaves crunching beneath my feet. I gazed up at the giant, gallant structure standing strong and tall and read the sign on it. "NEWTON VILLAGE BANK EST. 1884" I felt a mystifying gust of wind sway past me, brushing my cold, lifeless face as it went past. Yes. Tonight was the night alright. Tonight was the night I was finally going to steal the most valuable and treasured thing to me: money. ...read more.


I sighed deeply and took a step inside with my trembling feet. As soon as I did so the door slammed shut behind me. Everything went pitch black. I shrieked in horror as I knew that my task had been made even harder now. I had to get out in time and find an alternative way out. I knew another fire exit which I could get out of but that would also be difficult, very difficult... I fumbled around in my pocket for my torch, and switched it on. The light of my torch beamed ahead of me and suddenly, the whole, huge entire corridor was revealed to me. The corridor in front of me was dark, gloomy and to a certain extent daunting. I was used to seeing this corridor alight and rather crowded, hustling and bustling with people. Now it looked quite ghastly, eerie and bare. I slowly began to walk forward, taking a step at a time, putting one foot in front of the other as I went. All I could hear was the sound of my feet padding across the hard, cold, stone floor. My feet felt as of they weighed a thousand tonnes. I could feel that my feet didn't want to continue any further, but it was my determination, perseverance, passion and desire for money that kept me going. I took the map out of my pocket and stared at it. My lips curled into a bloodcurdling smile. My quest for the safe had just begun. I looked at the map and knew exactly where to go. ...read more.


All the money was still clutched tightly in my hands. I looked up and saw a vague image of a security guard armed with what looked like a gun. "What are you doing here at this time?" spat the voice. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. "And what have you in you hands?" boomed the voice. Still no reply. I clutched the money closely to my chest, tighter than ever. I wasn't going to let go. His eyes fell on a fifty- pound note hanging from my pocket. "Money eh?" he asked me menacingly. "So that's what you're holding. Drop it now." Tears began to flow from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks and mixing with the blood already on them. Not now. I had become so close to getting the money. I started sobbing. If only there was some way I could escape with the money. I had come so close to reaching my dream. My dear father's word echoed in my head making me sob even more. "I said drop the money or I'll shoot!" His voice sounding more threatening than ever. I wasn't going to give up. Not now. Life wasn't worth living like this. I'd rather have died than give up the money. I tried screaming. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I was too frightened. "No," I finally managed to squeak. "Never." The security guard aimed his gun at my already bleeding head. "Have it your way then," were the last words I heard before an ear-splitting BANG... Ever heard of the saying "Crime doesn't pay"? Well it didn't in my case, did it? ?? ?? ?? ?? Mohammed Patel, 10G1 ...read more.

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