conflict story

Essay by captain-clankHigh School, 10th gradeA+, June 2014

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I could hear the loud clitter clatter of the train wheels pumping underneath me, the damp but soothing smell of the wooden floored carriage filled my nose. My heart was beating so rapidly it felt like it was trying to burst through my chest. The rush of breaking the rules grew no less over the years and it still made feel as young as ever, stories will be told about the robbery of the 9:50 to Bourke.

2 Months Previously

The cold metal of the canned vegetables were pressing against my skin as if trying to remind me that I was a thief. Nervously, I went up to the counter where there was a middle aged man wearing a black leather coat and had a funny smile on his face. Glaring at me, he asked me if I was going to pay for the stuff I had down my trousers.

Shell-shocked I just stared at him for a few seconds. How did he know? I begrudgingly pulled out the goods from my trousers and put them on the bench to pay for them. The next part really caught me by surprise; the shop keeper said he wouldn't tell the police if I did him a personal favour.

"A personal favour"? I queried, I couldn't believe what he had just said. He had given me a proposition, get arrested or do him one last job. Leaning up against that wall I made the best decision of my life with a cheeky grin on my face I answered his question promptly and looked him straight in the eye. Walter the shopkeeper had just offered me a once in a lifetime opportunity. Yes, I would do it. I was going to rob a train.

The 9:50 to Bourke wasn't an ordinary train...