"Kate, wake up! We're going to the city at eleven am. Quickly brush your teeth and dress yourself up now. We have no much time, it's already ten o'clock," my mum cried loudly as she was passing by my room. I hated it, she often did this to me like in every cool and peaceful Saturday morning when I was still having my beautiful nightmare. The lazy bugs in my body were trying to make me lay on my bed longer and not to let anyone disturb me. Anyhow, I would always try to obey her since she really needed someone to accompany her every weekend. She was too lonely to be alone as my dad had gone away two years ago because of his selfishness and cruelty. Therefore, mum only had me and I had to be with her. Well, I had already used to it, though.
After putting on my favourite blue long-sleeved dress, I had my breakfast with my mum and we headed to the city which was about half an hour time to reach there. En route to the city, mum told me that we would be going to the bank for banking in some money and would do some groceries shopping before coming home. It was such a boring plan in this warm and friendly summer day. So, I asked my mum for letting me have an hour spent in Dymock bookshop. Indeed, she allowed me to have my plan on. I felt so excited as I had always wanted to get a couple books which Emily highly recommended them. Not long after, my mum parked her car outside the bank and we entered it.
In the bank, I could see there were so many people. Some of them were holding their bank books, sitting on the chairs provided while waiting patiently for their turn. There were also a couple filling in a form whereas some people were at the counters banking in money. Mum and I sat down after we had taken the number. There were a really adorable eight-year-old boy sitting next to me reading a comic book, he stared at me just as I sat down and gave me a sweet smile. What a nice child he was, I thought.
As I was too bored, I looked around. It was a really busy bank, people went in and out like it didn't rest. At the moment, they were two masked gunmen whose heads were tucked with stockings entered the bank. I was not actually shocked but all my blood nearly froze. I was so scared and afraid, they were holding guns, yes, guns. Everyone seemed to be so frightened as we all raised our hands up, just like what I always watched in the TV, none of us dared to make a soft sound. One of the masked men shouted at the counter assistant and pointed the gun at her as if he wanted her to put money into a big bag that he had brought.
The counter assistant listened to what he said and stuffed the money into the bag. The masked man asked the other masked man to do the same thing as he did. That masked man hesitated while he was told to do so. I could see his hands shaking and his body was too rigid to do anything. He was afraid of something, I felt. Another masked man turned back and shouted at the counter assistant so that she would speed up and have the bag fulled with money. He also scolded the masked man who was like a statue holding his gun and... no, he was staring at my mum. Why was he doing that? Was he going to kill my mum?
Then, the man fired the gun and decided to shoot at my mum. Oh no, this should not happen to my mum. I didn't want to know what was going to happen next, my mum would be gone. Suddenly, he turned and pointed his gun at the other masked man who was a little annoyed by the counter assistant's slow moment. He aimed him and opened the gun and... he shot him. The whole world seemed to stop at that particular moment and everyone was so shocked that this happened in front of them. What a dramatic scene it was right now.
The boy who was sitting next to me held my hands tightly and closed his eyes when he saw the man being shot. I hugged him too as I was so afraid. We both embraced each other when I heard mum crying. I had no idea why she cried, it was ridiculous for a women crying in this situation. Just as I turned to look at my mum, I saw a man who looked exactly like my dad holding a gun and having tears out of both his brown eyes. He was my dad who robbed the bank with a bad man. I seriously could not believe that, I was too lost to think of what had happened in the bank. I hated my dad, I didn't want to see him. Then, I closed my eyes and held the boy's hands again and prayed for my dad.
Everyone was waiting for the police to come. The bank which was usually busy was now calm. Mum and dad were grief-stricken, they stared at each other until the police came. Dad was caught by the police and all of us who witnessed the whole scene were asked by the police. Mum looked so pale and sorrowful, I saw so much disappointment in her eyes and so much grief in her heart. Well, I felt so bad and uneasy too, things went too fast and complicated.
Dad was sentenced to be in the prison for 5 years and neither mum nor I was going to visit him. Mum didn't even say a single word about my dad after the incident happened. Maybe she was too sad to talk about him whom she loved. I didn't say anything about him, either. However, I still prayed for him every time I wore my favourite blue long-sleeved dress which I wore that day and was given by my dearest dad.
Emily
21-01-2014
p/s: It's a story written by me, Emily for the sake of homework. Enjoy your reading!:)
