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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Armed robbers

I am writing this in red because of all the extra blood I never thought I'd see in my life. Just some time ago, these two armed robbers entered the back of the house. And as I heard from Sunday, washer & ironer of our house, the two armed robbers came to the back, as soon as Hassanah saw them (the maid) she laid flat on the ground with her hands over head. Because the armed robbers saw our avensis toyota, they assumed my dad would be here (seeing they thought the dad has more money). So they asked where my dad was, cuz they wanted to steal the car. And Sunday said that my dad wasn't here. That is because we have two cars. My dad uses honda normally, and my mom uses avensis normally. So the armed robbers asked how come, and all Sunday could say was that my dad wasn't here. And both of the armed robbers had pistols. So one of them used the pistol and hit Sunday at the back of the head. Then Sunday was beat up by one of them. Sunday could have caught them, cuz he was calling for help but no police guard was around our side of the estate.

While all this happened I was in the living room listening to Carry Out by Justin Timberlake and Timberland. Then my mom called me and said that there were thieves. And cuz my mom said she couldn't find her phone before I thought it was the thieves that just nick things. Then I saw Sunday enter the house and it clicked. Armed robbers. I was scared. Sunday had a vest on, and his back was drenched with blood all through, he was bleeding from his neck and the back of his head. The stench of blood was horrible, I couldn't help disliking it. I helped as I could. Got Dettol (disinfectant) and cotton wool. But just kept out of the way and near to them.

My dad arrived, and he said that they had caught the two armed robbers. Thank God! And that they killed one. But the other one had thrown away the two guns, so they were trying to get it out from him were they were. My dad took Sunday to the police station. That is because they need one mopol (mobile police) before they would treat Sunday at the hospital. I am scarred forever.

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