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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.

I was crazy about money. I had been dreaming of being rich ever since I was a child. I had been born into a poor family and throughout my life, I had one desire, to become rich and successful and earn lots of money. But as with all things in life, they do not go as you wish. I became orphaned at the age of thirteen and I didn’t do well at school either; therefore I didn’t turn out to be rich and successful. I had to go and live on the streets, and because of this, I couldn’t get a job and work for money. So where else to go other than the cold, heartless world of crime? What other options had I? So now here I was, in this ill-fated situation, stealing other people’s hard earned money in order to live. You may have worked out what I was about to do. Yes, that’s right.  I was going to rob a bank.

The plan was to find a way into the bank from either of its two doorways. I was going to do this by picking the locks on one of them. I also had a map, a torch and a knife (the tool I was going to use to pick the lock with) to assist me in my quest for the safe. If I did run into any trouble, and I was going to get caught, the plan was to find the nearest, most suitable place and conceal myself there. I had to be out by half past seven at the latest if I was to avoid getting caught. I had planned this for too long and was determined not to let any ill- fortune befall me. I had had bad luck for too long and was not going to let a little ill- fortune ruin my chances of becoming rich.

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I walked up to the vast metal doors of the village bank and pressed my cheeks against their gigantic metallic frame. I felt the cold sensation trickling down my cheeks and down to the rest of my body. It felt good. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Good. Everything was going perfectly. Just how I had hoped. All I had to do now was find the door which looked like the easiest to pick and break into. I stared long and hard at my reflection in the bank window. A shabby, frail man in his late thirties with untidy ...

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