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Encounter with a burglar | essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore


Here is another version of an "Encounter with a burglar" which I wrote during my Primary Three school holidays when I was 9 years old.

            Helen put down the pen. She had just finished writing the last chapter of her storybook. She could hear the howling of the wind outside. Just then, the door of her study room slammed shut. Startled, Helen decided to open the door. Slowly and carefully, she opened it and looked around the dark house as fear intensified. As Helen walked down the flight of stairs, she noticed that the living room was in a mess. Magazines were scattered all over the floor and a pillow from a sofa was missing. Fear engulfed her. She concluded that a robber may have broken into her house and was currently rummaging through her belongings.

            Helen decided to check all the rooms in her house. With a flick of the switch downstairs and the dark eerie kitchen downstairs bathed in white light, her heart seemed to skip a beat. All the cupboards in the kitchen had been opened and the cutlery had been scattered on the marble flooring. Her favourite expensive bowls had gone missing as well. As she turned around to see the dining room, Helen thought she saw a silhouette. An icy fear crept up her spine and her heart began to beat wildly.

            Turning the dining room lights on, Helen could not believe her eyes. Her favourite porcelain vase with several stalks of brightly coloured roses in it, which was placed on the wooden table, was gone. Trembling like a leaf, she felt a cold, sinking fear gripped her. Helen stood rooted to the ground before regaining her composure. Taking a deep, long breath, she mustered courage and tiptoed up the stairs to her bedroom.

            As Helen walked into her bedroom, a hand covered her mouth. A voice said, “People like you deserve to die.” Helen broke free by biting one of the robber’s fingers. The robber yelled out in pain. Putting her Aikido skills to good use, Helen balled her hands into fists and knocked the robber unconscious with one mighty blow. She then fished out her mobile phone and called for the police. When the police arrived at the scene, they handcuffed the robber and took back Helen’s belongings. As the police dragged the burglar into the police car, one of the police officers praised Helen for being alert and brave. Helen’s heart sang in joy and her eyes danced as she blushed receiving the compliment. From that day onwards, Helen was always aware of her surroundings. She even grew more civic-minded.

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Elijah Wee, Singapore

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