Situational CompositionIt was getting dark and you and your friend were running late in gettinghome. Thus, your friend suggested taking a short-cut through a dimly litalley. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in the darkness.
It was a rainy night. Rain poured relentlessly from every corner ofthe sky. Thunder rumbled and growled overhead. It was pure bad luck to runinto a thunderstorm.
I was already running late in getting home. I hadpromised my parents that I would be home by eight o’clock, but it was nineo’clock already. I was sure that I would get a good hiding from my parentswhen I reached home. Just then, my neighbour, John interrupted my thoughts and suggested,”I know of an alley that will serve as a short-cut home. “I considered his suggestion very carefully.
I knew that it was ratherfoolish to go to an alley which was empty and deserted unarmed, but it wasan emergency. My parents would probably ban me from going out for a week ifI arrived home any later. The dimly lit alley greeted us with an overpowering stench of rottinggarbage. We held our breath as we ran, trying to avoid the disgustingodour. Just then, we saw a bright light ahead.
A heavily-tattooed manapproached us and asked in a deep and gruff voice, “How dare you intrudeinto our territory?”The gangster flexed his muscles and lifted John off the ground. Heknocked John unconscious with one swift punch. He smiled to himself. Iquickly dived into a garbage bin and closed the lid without making a singlesound. “Ughh.
. . ” I thought to myself. An assortment of the yuckiestrubbish greeted me full force. I choked.
I felt like vomiting. I thought tomyself, “Just bear with the stench now and you’ll be out of this disgustinggarbage bin soon. ” I regained my composure, pulled out my cell phone andcalled the police to report my case. Meanwhile, the gangster was continuing his search for me, but to noavail. Suddenly, I caught sight of a cockroach.
It was not just a smallone, but a really huge one! Without thinking twice, I screamed out loud. Iheard footsteps nearing. I was shivering. I was in pieces. Adrenalinesurged and thoughts raced through my mind.
“What if the gangster shot me?What were my parents going to do without me?”My only hope of living was the police arriving now, right now. However, I knew that the chance was gone when the gangster opened the lidof the garbage bin. “Gotcha, boy,” the gangster smiled menacingly. I closed my eyes,awaiting death.
The gangster cocked the pistol. Chills ran up my spine. Just as I had given up hope of escaping, the police arrived. Loud sirensbroke the silence of the night. I heard a voice boom from outside, “Listen,you are now surrounded. Do not try to escape or we’ll shoot.
Now, placeyour hands on your heads and walk out in single file. “The gangster and his accomplices, who were hiding in a humongous,wooden crate knew that there was no chance of escaping and had no choicebut to surrender without putting up a struggle. They were handcuffed andwere shoved into a large police van. Meanwhile, John had gained his consciousness and was being treated bythe paramedics. I was praised by the police constable for my quick-thinking.
He claimed that the police had been trying to find the gang for afew months, but they always managed to escape. Of course, I was flatteredby his what he said, but of course, I did not want this to happen again. Iwas grateful to be alive and I definitely did not want my life to be atrisk again. I did not ever want to experience such a horrifying incidentagain. When I reached home, I still got a ticking off from my mother forgoing to a deserted alley unarmed.
Even though she scolded me, I knew thatshe was extremely proud of me.Primary 4K