Essay : The Chase

Another homework.

Her eyes darted around the shop slowly, as she scanned the surroundings. She inhaled deeply, as she felt her heart literally thumping against her chest. She was feeling nervous, and yet excited at the same time. The mixture of emotions thrilled her even more and the thought of getting away with it made her lips curl up involuntarily. She smiled.

She turned around, making sure that the fat and burly shopkeeper was not looking, and in one swift motion, she grabbed the bottle of perfume and dumped it into her handbag. Scanning her surroundings again, she made her way out of the shop.

She let out a long sigh the moment she stepped out of the shop. “Bingo... another successful attempt again!” she thought, as she mentally congratulate herself. She smiled proudly and tilted her head up high, walking down the long stretch of shophouses as confidently as possible. This bottle of perfume will add on to the huge stash of treasures she had stolen.

“You stole something,” a voice said suddenly, as she felt a firm hand on her petite shoulders. “Surrender it... and I'll let you go!”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar. She tried recalling where she heard it. At a loss for what to do, she grabbed the hand, turned, and twisted it. The man knelt on the floor, as he grimaced in pain, cursing her. It was... the shopkeeper.

“Stop there!” another voice said. It was a young man and he was running in her direction. “I saw you stealing!” he screamed.

She stood rooted to the ground, hurriedly devising a plan. The only way out now, was to escape. She started running, pushing through the crowed of shoppers, down the entire row of shops, too afraid to even stop to catch her breath. All her excitement was replaced by sheer fear. Should I surrender?

She ran past the shops as fast as her legs could carry her. She had decided. She could not get caught. She would not give in. She would not surrender. This was the first time she was spotted stealing, and she was going to get away with it.

She ran and ran desperately. Cries from the young man could be heard faintly from behind her. Her face was red, her breath was short. It was tearing her apart, but she would not stop. He was just behind her! Millions of thoughts went through her mind, as she ran. She thought of why she was stealing in the first place. It was all for thrill; the cheap thrill that she had always got. The sense of pride and confidence...

She turned her head behind, trying to spot the young man. She saw him catching up, shouting and waving his hands. He was not far now...

The next thing she knew, she fell to the ground. She had knocked somebody down... She felt a burning sensation on her knees, as crimson red blood oozed out from the new wound. She tried standing up, but her legs gave way below her. She was in pain, and she could no longer run.

“You thief!” The young man called out, as he ran towards her....