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Fa ir fie ld Method ist School (Pr im ar y) Outs ide the Door Na me:

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Cont inuous Writing T2 No.2: Men )

Class : 6G

Date:

Loan Shark Written by Terry Ee “Ring,” the school bell rang, signalling that school had ended for the day. It was a hot and burning Monday afternoon and I was walking home carrying my extremely heavy schoolbag. By the time I reached my flat’s lift lobby, I was already perspiring profusely. I made my way into the life and went up to the thirteenth floor. When I have my reached my level, I walked towards my house. As I was about to open my front gate, I heard some unusual noises coming from a direction that was away from my view. Out of curiosity, I put my bag on the floor and went towards wehre the noises were coming from. It turned out that there were two men standing in front of my neighbour, Mr. Leong’s door. “What are those two men doing,” I wondered. It appeared that they were struggling with the door. There was a battle in my mind on whether to inform the police, as it was obvious that they were up to no good. I had never seen them before. However, it felt as though my feet were glued to the ground – I could not move. My eyes were fixed on them, observing their every move and more importantly, their faces. “What if they saw me?” I whispered to myself. I certainly did not want to get into any trouble with these people. Just then, they took out a few spray paint cans and started spraying all over Mr. Leong’s door, ruining its coat of white paint. The first thought that came into my mind was “Loan Sharks”. By now, I had managed to hide myself behind a pillar, away from them but still within a good view of what was going on. All of a sudden, my other neighbour’s door flung wide opened! It was Mr. Tan! In a split second, the loan sharks stopped what they were doing and threw their spray paint cans away. Mr. Tan looked too flabbergasted to speak; he did not move an inch. The loan shards sprinted for the staircase and immediately started running down the stairs. Mr. Tan quickly turned back into his house and grabbed a telephone to ring up the police. I looked back and forth at Mr. Leong’s horribly vandalised door and Mr. Tan who was on the phone. “Why am I still standing here,” I asked myself. I picked up my schoolbag and dashed into my house. I plopped myself down on the sofa, still in a daze. There were too many things running through my mind. I stood up and helped myself to a glass of water in the kitchen. I had just witnessed a crime right in front of my very eyes.

As I was finishing rinsing my glass, I heard footsteps along the corridor.

I took a peek

outside and it was two policemen clad in uniform, talking to Mr. Tan. “I couldn’t see. They were too fast for me. As soon as I opened my door, they fled away from the scene… “ I heard Mr. Tan saying. “You were the only witness?” the policeman enquired. “Yes, there was no one else around,” Mr. Tan answered. I knew I had to do something. I saw their faces. I knew what they looked like.

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Fa ir fie ld Method ist School (Pr im ar y) Outs ide the Door Na me:

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Cont inuous Writing T2 No.2: Men )

Class : 6G

Date:

“Mr. Policeman Sir. I saw them,” I said as I stepped out of my house. Mr. Tan and the two policemen looked at me with disbelief. The policeman stopped scribbling on his notepad and took a step forward. He observed me and introduced himself as inspector Gomez. He went on to ask me how old I was. “Twelve,” I replied. “But that’s impossible, Terry!

I didn’t even see you!

How could you have witnessed

anything?” Mr. Tan blurted out. Inspector Gomez turned to Mr. Tan and calmly told him, “It’s okay, sir. We can take the spray cans back to check for fing..” “They were not wearing gloves,” I interrupted. The inspector turned back to me, looking surprised.

His serious face then broke into a

smile. “Now, Terry, could you let me take your statement at the station?

Tell me everything you

saw,” he said as he led me into the lift. I knew I had done something good. Even though I was too afraid to call the police at the very moment I saw those loan sharks, at least I could assist them in the investigation. An hour later, at Dover Neighbourhood Police Post, they took down my statement.

My

mother was also being informed and she rushed down from her office to be by my side. “I have learnt something new today, Mummy,” I told my mother as we waked out of the police station. “What is that, son?” she said, as she looked at me lovingly. “Never borrow money from loan sharks!” I chuckled. ******************************************************************************

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