Robbery at NTUC Supermarket | Essay for 10 year olds | Elijah Wee

Robbery at NTUC Supermarket | Essay for 10 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here is an essay I wrote way back during my Primary Three school holidays, "Robbery at NTUC Supermarket".

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“Mum, can I accompany you to Fairprice Finest?” I asked Mother. “Of course you can,” Mother replied. She was going to the supermarket, Fairprice Finest to buy some eggs as there were none left.

When we reached Fairprice Finest, the place was packed like a can of sardines. People were buying food, dairy products and other essentials too. Mother gently informed me, “Remember the golden rule. Do not wander off or you may get lost. Always stick close by.” I nodded my head in acknowledgement. Half an hour and we had gathered all the groceries. We were just about to go to the cashier to pay for the eggs when we heard an ear-piercing scream.

Startled out of my wits, I took a step back. I took two steps forward as I wanted to catch a glimpse of what was going on. To my utter astonishment, I saw several armed robbers. They were holding knives, which glinted under the fluorescent light. One of the robbers was barking orders like an army sergeant. The robber had a skull-shaped tattoo on his left arm and his hazelnut brown eyes were cold. He was pointing a razor sharp knife at the cashier’s neck. He then viciously ordered her to empty the cash register. Trembling in fear, the cashier handed the robber everything she had in it. The robber grinned broadly and in a hysterical laughter, placed everything into a brown gunny sack.

Meanwhile, his armed accomplices demanded the customers to empty their wallets and remove their jewellery and place them into another gunny sack. Obediently, they listened like primary school children. I muttered a prayer softly, hoping for this ordeal to be over. Satisfied with their ‘takings’ for the day, the three mashed individuals decided to flee the scene. As they prepared to make their exit, a thunderous voice reverberated through the otherwise quiet place, “Don’t move or I will shoot!” It turned out that there was an anonymous tip off from a member of the public. It explained why the police had arrived at the scene.

The 50 strong police officers cordoned off the supermarket making it impossible for the robbers to escape. Fortunately, the robbers surrendered and decided not to hold hostages. Three police officers handcuffed the helpless robbers and dragged them into the siren blaring police car. I heaved a sigh of relief, delighted that the incident was over.

It was indeed a nerve-racking experience for the customers and me. After this incident, whenever I see a knife, I would feel a cold, sinking fear gripping me and recall the terrifying incident that happened to me.

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See you later,

Elijah Wee, Singapore

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