𝓒𝔂𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓪 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

My stomach kept growling where ever I went as I past food stalls and bakeries. I past a store that had fish and chips. When I was little, my mother used to take me to buy fish and chips with sauce, and I loved it! Now I had no one to take care of me. No one to love me.

My heart felt heavy thinking about my mother.

I remember her beautiful, slender body. Her delicate skin like a porcelian figure. Her warm smile...I sighed as I trundled on. 

My mother died when I was five years old, a few months after my father left us. She worked all night and day and soon, she fell ill. She died two months later. 

I couldn't afford the hospital bills. So I ended up selling our house, which was a bad idea.

We moved into a rusty shed, but with some money. Before she got ill, my mother would buy me anything I wanted.

I couldn't resist myself but to stare at the display of delicious-looking cakes at a nearby cake stall.

Soon, I started getting drowsy. I looked for a place to rest.

I spotted a shady apple tree.

First, I climbed the tree, in hopes to find some red apples. I found one and bit into it. It was deliciously sweet with a tangy flavour.

I stared at the leaves, which looked as calm as the ocean. So green, so relaxing. That made me go to sleep.

As the air got chillier and colder, I woke up and shivered.

The moon shone brightly onto the River Thames and casted a reflection on the water's surface.

All the houses' lights where all opened. The bank was closed. I thought to myself.

"No one would know if I just pinched a few pounds from the bank..."

I looked around the bank and found a vent. I opened it carefully and crawled in. 

No one saw me.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

The next thing I knew, I was standing in a room full of money. I gasped to myself.

I took about five stacks of money until....

"THIEF!! IT'S A THIEF! ROBBER! CALL THE RUNNERS!"

My eyes widened as I glanced behind me.

A rather good looking man with a fancy moustache pointed at me. My heart pounded.

Time to run.

I dived back into the vent and speed-crawled. Then, I was running down the streets with a patrol of police on my heels.

I tripped over a rock this time and fell down on my stomach.

The cobblestone on the paths made me sore.

"THERE SHE IS!" A policeman yelled as they went to seize me.

"Please! No!" I begged to them, "I'm just a poor little girl with no money! No family! Give me just one more chance! Please!"

"No whining. Take her to the prison!"

I shrieked. "NOOOOO!!"

Sorry the ending was a bit cringy. Sry abt that!!