During the Summer Holidays

I have no hurry to wake up, hence I wake up slowly and prepare myself a nice full breakfast. On the table I always find a paper with the grocery needs and some money my mother would have left before going to work. I put on some clothes and leave quietly to do the errand, but I never expected that a simple run to the grocer would change my perspective towards life. One particular day I carried out the same procedure and as I got in the supermarket, I took a trolley and started to collect items listed. My first stop would always be at the sweets section.

I like to nibble something on my way to home. In the supermarket there is always someone to chat with; your friends or the neighbors or schoolmates. With no doubt we always say a word or two. After the shopping list was tackled all I went to pay. As the cashier started the bill, two men wearing everything in black entered. They were armed, one of them had a club in his hand and the other had a knife. People started shouting and running all over the store. The men started yelling and beating the club against the floor, telling us to lie flat on the ground.

My heart missed beat when I saw one of them coming towards us. He was tall, well built and he didn’t look that much of a gentleman. He started yelling with the cashier to give him the money. He grabbed the knife and started pointing it at us. My blood ran cold and I think I also peed in my pants. She burst into tears and in a click ofa second he grabbed her and throwed her on the ground. He started looking at me In a very cruel look. He started shouting at me and in an Instant he grabbed me from my hair.

He wanted me to transfer the money in the cash register onto a bag he gave me. Tears were running all over my face. I admit It; I’m not that of a courageous boy. I was trembling so much with fear that I lost control of my hands hence I was dropping a lot of money on the floor, which caused more fear to arise. When the cash register was emptier than a banker’s heart I went down to collect the remaining money I had dropped with fear. While putting the money In the bag something under the assistant’s desk caught my eye.

I crawled cautiously to It, It was something Ilke a red button. When I saw It, It wasn’t new to me; I knew that I saw It somewhere. Then something struck my mind, my mum had one of them In her shop as well, It was an larm and when pressed It makes a signal to the police that something Is happening. Immediately without thinking I pressed the button and the doors locked themselves. As the thieves heard the siren going they started panicking. They started running all over the marketplace finding another exit, but all In vain.

Police came In less than five minutes. When the burglars saw the police entering they had nothing to do but give themselves to the police. Everybody started clapping and crying tears of Joy. “John the hero” they were yelling together. A sense of pride ran Into my veins. After some Interrogation we were free to go to our home. Although I was really proud with the Job I made, I decided there and then not to set foot In that place again. During the Summer Holidays… By KarlCarabott1 I think I also peed in my pants.

She burst into tears and in a click of a second he grabbed her and throwed her on the ground. He started looking at me in a very cruel look. He started shouting at me and in an instant he grabbed me from my hair. He were running all over my face. I admit it; I’m not that of a courageous boy. I was dropped with fear. While putting the money in the bag something under the assistant’s desk caught my eye. I crawled cautiously to it, it was something like a red button. When I saw it, it wasn’t new to me; I knew that I saw it somewhere.

Then something struck my mind, my mum had one of them in her shop as well, it was an alarm and when pressed it makes a signal to the police that something is happening. over the marketplace finding another exit, but all in vain. Police came in less than five the hero” they were yelling together. A sense of pride ran into my veins. After some interrogation we were free to go to our home. Although I was really proud with the job I made, I decided there and then not to set foot in that place again.

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