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Monday, July 03, 2006
Dappled sun shoned through the trees, creating mysterious shadows. Sunlight filtered through the clouds. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the windows. "Dulcia! Come here for a minute!" Mum called, her voice booming across the living room. "What now?!" I answered irritably. "Here, take this list. Please go to the supermarket to get these things for me." And after handing me the list of groceries she needed, I was forced to go to the supermarket. "Damn! I was watching my favourite show, 'Tactics' !" I thought to myself, walking into the supermarket reluctantly.
As I scanned through the shelves for my groceries, I would tick them off the list. Soon, my basket was full of food and other stuff. As I walked towards the checkout counter, I was shocked to see that the counters were packed with shoppers, and serpentine queues forming in front of each counter. I searched for the shortest queue and starting queueing. Suddenly, someone pushed me from behind and all the things in my basket fell to the floor. I felt so angry that I turned round to give that disrespectful jerk a piece of my mind.
To my surprise, it was a handsome young guy who pushed me. "I am so sorry, please allow me to help out." The man apologised and began picking up my groceries. "W-what? Oh, thank you." I replied, blushing furiously. "Here you go, miss. I am terribly sorry." The handsome man apologised again and he walked off. Too stunned by his looks, I did not give a him a scolding. I checked my groceries and handbag for any items unpicked. However, to my horror, I realised that my wallet was missing!
I spotted that handsome man at the exit, and almost immediately, I went after him, leaving my groceries behind. "Stop there! You thief, return my wallet to me!" I screamed, chasing after him. He saw me and he took flight, making a quick exit onto the road. As I ran out of the supermarket, I saw the thief hopping onto a motorcycle, riding away.
"No.., my wallet..." I thought in misery. As I watched the thief riding away, tears of despair stained my face. "Haha.., what an idiot!" A group of boys not far away said, laughing. I was furious as I thought they were laughing at me. However, when I was about to scold them, I heard a cry of frustration. "What's wrong with this thing?!" The thief cried, angrier that ever when we realised he had got a flat tyre. Immediately, I phoned the police. Within a minute, the police arrived. Things happened very quickly. The police took the thief by surprise and, in no time, subdued him.
I thanked the police and took my wallet back. "Why were you guys laughing just now?" I asked the group of boys curiously. "Well, we were bored and decided to have some fun. We spotted a motorcycle nearby and decided to meddle with it." They replied, still giggling away. "What did you do?"Ii asked further, bursting with curiosity. "We poked a hole in his tyre, with something real sharp." They replied, "We have got to go, bye!" And with that, they left. "What a group of 'nice' boys!" I thought to myself, walking back to the supermarket to get my groceries. "Now, I have to get the groceries again. Where is my list?" I said to myself, looking deep into my bag. "Oh no! I've lost the list, help me! NO!!!--------" I cried out in despair... ... ... ...
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