That night they tried to escape. They had successfully dug a tunnel under wall. It was damp, hot and disgusting but still better than prison. And then he saw light and was free. He breathed in the air and embraced the falling rain. He was grinning from ear to ear. But then the alarm went off and the sound was unbearable. He felt as if he was going to explode. He ran, ran and ran. Until he could no longer hear the sirens and was finally free.
MUHAHAHA
MUHAHAHAHA!! I, Kerim Collings, received a special secret mission from my tutor Bissinger: I was assigned editor and was supposed to look through all of your stories and correct any mistake you made, and I did so successfully. It was admittedly sometimes hard to keep this secret, but I had no choice; My sacred reputation was at stake after all. It was a tough mission, I mean some stuff written was quite, well, “special” but I got through. It’s kind of funny that only 15 percent of the class managed to publish their story but I guess that worked to my favour because I only had less “special stuff” to look at. Okay my story isn’t exactly a masterpiece but still. I’m actually only writing this because I know nobody will read this. Wait what? Mr. Bissinger is reading this out loud to the class isn’t he?…. Ah. Sh*t. Umm…. Pineapples are tasty! That didn’t work, did it? He’s still reading this? Wow. I actually just have a lot respect for him now managing to get through this. *Claps hands and nods*
Thankfully he made friends. Friends who didn’t need to read books for dummies to plan stuff. They were shady of course, but who wasn’t?
He hadn’t even spent five minutes in this hellhole and he desperately wanted to get out. He slammed himself against the cell wall and punched it until his knuckles started to bleed. “Quiet in there!”, a guard shouted. He stopped and sank to the ground. It was hopeless.
“Sentenced to four years to the correctional rehabilitation centre of Sacramento!”, the Judge yelled. “Have a nice visit”, he grinned.
This is it he thought. He looked at this watch. 15:28 PM. He took a big breath and walked calmly in. He took his gun and shot at the celling. Everyone screamed and ran out oft he building. Alarms went off all around him, ringing loudly in his ears. He walked slowly with his shotgun leaned on his right shoulder and his empty bag hanging on his left hand. „PUT THE FUCKING MONEY IN THE BAG!“, he shrieked at the top of his voice at the register. „AND DON’T GIVE ME INK PADS!“ The employee fumbled and gave him the money. Just as he wanted to turn around a voice yelled something behind him. “FREEZE! YOU’RE SURROUNDED!” The police officer cocked his gun. “GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW!” He couldn’t believe it, everyone ran out of the bank. Before he could think any longer the policeman wacked his gun against his head and he fell unconscious.
He woke up with a sudden jolt. His alarm clock was ringing. He groaned and checked the time: 7:30 AM. Today was the beginning. He was going to start planning things out for the special day. The day that would change everything. He got up and went to work. He made coffee and took out his book. „How to rob a bank for dummies“ it read. If he would do the bank heist successfully, he obviously needed to plan it all out properly.
Alarm
