Once again, I claim full credit for all these works~ PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!~
Anyway, this was my second essay, something I wrote way back in Primary 3 or 4 about 5 years ago, haha. I'd made some amendments to it, changing it *SLIGHTLY*, thus the baby starting is still present. I submitted this as well xD
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It was a bright and sunny morning in
the mid-year June school
holidays.
The golden rays of sunshine filtered through my window as I
subconsciously
reached for my beeping alarm clock on the small table beside
me.
The clock displayed 10:30am. I jolted awake, remembering about my
class
gathering which was scheduled at 12pm! I took a quick shower, had a
change
of clothes and ran out of the door with a slice of egg toast in my
mouth.
Upon arriving at the bus stop, a
crowd had formed. Boy, it was sure a
long
wait. The minutes ticked by, ten, twenty, thirty, before the bus finally
arrived.
As I boarded the bus, I was pushed and jostled by the seemingly
endless
hordes of sweat-drenched, impatient passengers. After a couple of
stops,
I managed to find a seat at the innermost end of the bus. I was sitting
down
in the middle beside a man and a boy who seemed to be his son.
He started growling to the boy
menacingly, “You’d better keep your
mouth
shut and not say anything, do as I say!” The boy meekly nodded his
head.
How could a parent treat his child in such a manner? I wondered to
myself.
Finally, I arrived at my stop. The man and the boy alighted the bus as
well.
In the corner of my eye, I saw the man roughly shove the boy up onto an
unmarked
van, whose car plate was also gone. My suspicions arose upon
seeing
this, and the thought hit me : It may be a kidnap.
I immediately hailed a cab and told
the uncle, “Uncle! Could you please
follow
that unmarked van up ahead? I suspect there’s a kidnap going on!” The
taxi
driver made no hesitation and sped off after the van. The journey was
tough
as the van turned many times at every junction it came too, making it
hard
to stay on their tail. At one point in time, the traffic light flashed red,
stopping
us while the van drove off ahead. I gave a weak groan, but the taxi
driver
told me, “This road keeps going straight without much turns, we have
not
lost them yet. I frequently drive past this place.” I heaved a sigh of relief
after
hearing this.
After all this driving, reality hit
me. We were alone, just the two of us,
going
after kidnappers who may be armed. I quipped, “Should we call the
police?”
The taxi driver agreed and I dialed triple nine. The operator
answered
the phone, “Hello, how may I help you?” I spoke urgently but clearly
into
the phone, “I suspect there’s a kidnapping case going on, it’s headed to
the
forest at Sembawang. I’m with a taxi driver following the van.” The
operator
replied, “We’re dispatching nearby officers to the location soon.”
Once again, we were on the van’s
tail. We followed them, but not too
closely
in case they got suspicious about us, and arrived at Sembawang
forest.
The kidnappers dragged the poor boy off the van and brought him to a
dilapidated
hut. Under the cover of the thick undergrowth, we continued to
observe
them. After a few minutes of observing them, we noticed some
movement
in the nearby trees. Men dressed in navy blue uniform stepped out
of
the gloomy forest and surrounded the hut. Two of them spotted us and told
us
to stay out of sight lest we get hurt in the process. We went back to the
cab
which was not far away from where we were hidden moments ago.
Out of curiosity, we peered out of
the windows and at the hut. There
was
a loud bang – a gunshot – from the hut and a police officer fell to the
ground
with a sickening thud as two of his colleagues rushed over and
dragged
him to safety. The other officers closed in, guns drawn. At that
moment
all hell broke loose. Multiple gunshots from the hut could be heard
and
the officers replied with more gunshots.
As quickly as it all started, it
ended as the officers broke down the
rotting
wooden door with ease, leaving the kidnappers with nowhere to run. It
appears
that they immediately surrendered and were handcuffed without putting up any resistance.
At that point of time, the boy’s
parents had arrived on the scene as
well,
after receiving the police’s call. They saw the kidnappers and unleashed
their
fury, clawing at the kidnappers and ranting at them. After a seemingly long,
dramatic scene, they finally turned their attention to us. They realized that
we were the ones who made the police report and bravely followed the kidnappers
to their "lair", and begun thanking us profusely. The boy's father,
Mr Tan, turned out to be a rich investor and offered us each a cheque of $1000
as a reward for saving his son. We immediately turned down the cheques, telling
them that we did it out of goodwill without expecting any reward in return.
Thereafter, the police officers brought us back to the police station to take
our statements.
After taking our statements, Mr Tan
gave us a lift home as a way of thanking us. On the way back, the day's events
kept replaying in my mind as if they were happening before my eyes all over
again. The memories of this day will be etched in my mind for eternity.
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COPYRIGHT WAYNE NG 2012
