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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

The Penknife

By Will Martin, year 9, Elizabeth College

I was just leaving school. Just before I left I felt a hand plant itself on my shoulder, I quickly whipped out my penknife and spun round to face who was behind me. It was just my friend Tom saying goodbye. The penknife meant a lot to me, it was from my father.
As I was walking home I heard a noise. There was a car coming at speed behind me. As the car sped closer and closer to me it didn't stop, it drifted round so it was facing me. It was at this point that I knew I was in trouble. While I stood there in fear these men in black masks simply carried me into their car. I was too shocked to retaliate.
Before I knew it I was strapped to a chair in the middle of an indoor car park. It seemed like hours had passed until this short, fat man in a suit walked up to me. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair, and leaned over me.
“You know what I want from you,” demanded the man.
“No I don’t!” I said.
The man explained, “Your father has the rarest pen ever, it’s worth millions. This electric shock gun will go off in 10 minutes and it will be unbelievably painful. I hope you're smart enough to cough up where it is before that happens."
As the man rambled on I managed to grab the penknife out of my back pocket. I started cutting the rope off. As soon as I was free I bounced out of my chair and forced the man into the chair, using the penknife to threaten him. I then stole the cartridge to his gun and ran off. That penknife will be mine forever.

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