Loan Sharks compo again!

Question: You had arranged with a friend in the park at 4'o clock one afternoon. By 5'o clock, your friend had still not arrived.
It was another tranquil afternoon. I had arranged with Tina to play in the park. Tina is my classmate and neighbour. Although her father is a gambler, she is not looked-down upon because of her ever amiable behaviour.
Time passed, and I waited and waited. Looking at many people come and go, I was puzzled. Tina is not a late-comer, she loved being early and was very particular about being late! Glancing at my watch, I was taken-aback at the time. It was 5'o clock! One hour late! Getting rather impatient, I made up my mind to go to her house to find her as I did not bring my mobile phone with me.
"I am sure going to give Tina a piece of my mind when I meet her!" I muttered under my breath. Upon reaching the tenth floor, which was where Tina's house was located, I was astounded to see three burly man knocking on Tina's door with all their might. I scrutinized them from head to toe. All three of them had the same tattoo depicting a red serpent plastered on their right arm. One of them had a parang in his hand. "Could they be loan sharks?" I wondered.
Immediately, I hid behind the trolley placed near Tina's house, getting the closest view I could. "Pay up now! If not," the loan shark bellowed, waving his parang in the air," You will die!" I gasped at hearing this. The loan sharks were aggressive. They threw shoes and smashed ceramic flower pots in to smithereens.
My instincts told me that something was about to happen to poor Tina. Tiptoeing to the lift, I made a dash when the lift door opened.
Just when the lift door opened, I made a beeline for the nearby public phone. Dialling '999', I hoped that the police would come to Tina's rescue soon.
Ten to fifteen minutes later, the wails of sirens could finally be heard. I heaved a sigh of relief. I led them up to Tina's house. However, by that time, the loan sharks were gone! They must have escaped!
Tina was escorted out of the house. Her face was pale with fright and she was sweating. I took her from the police's hand and calmed her down. The police were busy with their investigation. Some of them were investigating the crime scene, some were taking down our statements, while some police were out to search for Tina's father. I comforted Tina that all matters would be resolved by the police. She nodded her head and thanked me for the helping hand I extended to her.
I hope that Tina's father would learn his lesson not to gamble and borrow money from the loan sharks forever, as what he is doing is hurting and harming his family!

Composition writing

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MRT Breakdown!

It was another mundane day at school - more homework, more tests and more projects. I trudged wearily to the Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) station to wait for the train that would take me home. I stared at my watch impatiently while waiting for the train to arrive. When it arrived, I dashed into the train and grabbed a seat to rest my tired legs. I could feel the cool breeze from the air-conditioner carassing my face. Stifling a yawn, I decided to take forty winks.
I could feel myself falling into a sweet slumber when suddenly the train jerked, causing me to surge forward. Thinking it was just nothing,  I continued resting my eyes, unaware of my surroundings. All of a sudden, the train screeched and came to a sudden stop. Frowning, I rubbed my eyes open but only to see pitch-black darkness.
I screamed. The lady beside me screamed. Pandemonium soon broke out. The ventilation stopped, the air-conditioner was also not functioning. I could see a beam of light. It came from a man's phone. The man shone the light around the train, asking if anyone was injured. Soon others followed. I glanced around, only to see an old man, seated next to me panting, clutching his chest. Quickly, I fished out my exercise book and fanned the old man. I could see a smile forming on on his face. I smiled back.
Out of the blue, the old man collapsed. Using my quick wits, I took my bag and placed it under the head of the old man. A group of teenagers who had seen what had happened, rushed towards the old man, checking for his pulse.
"Someone press the emergancy button! The old man collapsed!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Cold sweat was dripping down my forehead. I was panicking, looking at the chaos around me. I was sure we were going to suffocate in the hell hole, before help arrived. Just as I was about to give up hope, another beam of light could be seen in the dark tunnel. It was the rescuers! Everyone squealed in delight.
When the rescuers pried open the train door, everyone rushed out of the MRT carriage like chained birds being released. The teenagers carried the old man up and carefully walked towards the nearest station.
Upon arrival, a loud voice blared over the Public Address system, "Dear passengers, the MRT tracks from Ang Mo Kio and Bishan needs some maintenance. Please kindly make your way to the nearby bus-stops. Our buses will send you to your destination. We are truly sorry for the inconvenience caused.'
I could hear the commuters waiting for the train grumbling and groaning. Right outside the MRT station, ambulances was in sight. The well-trained paramedics rushed towards the old man. They carefully carried the old man onto the stretcher. I heaved a sigh of relief. The old man could finally get proper medical assistance.
"Fresh air at last!" I could hear some voices. When I got home, I related the ordeal I had just experienced to Mum. She praised me for my quick wits and was proud of me. What a day!

Escalator trouble!

Whenever I look at a shopping mall's escalator, I will fell queasy and cold sweat would drip down my forehead. I could vividly remember the incident which took place five years ago, when I was in primary six. Since that incident, I have a phobia of taking escalators and will always take the lift. It all happened like this...
It was a blistering hot Friday afternoon. John, my best friend, and I were at United Square shopping for food - marshmallows, chicken and hot-dogs for my birthday barbeque the next day. We decided to eat mouth-watering ice cream first as we could not spot a supermarket in sight.
While savouring  the scrumptious ice-cream, my eyes glanced around. I gestured for John to hold my ice cream as I squinted my eyes to look for an information counter.
"John! I spotted an information counter! I will go down to ask where is the supermarket," I exclaimed. Before John could say anything, I made a dash for the information counter, making zig-zacs and people. Like an expert, I dashed down the escalator, eyes fixed on the counter.
Just then, a sudden sharp pain shot through my right let. I glanced down. To my horror, my foot was stuck in the escalator! I was initially taken aback and could only stare in shock. Seconds later, I came to my senses and began frantically tugging at my leg. The pain was becoming more excruciating by the second. I felt as if my whole foot was being ripped off. I was approaching the end of the escalator. My hands turned clammy. I wanted to shout for help but nothing came out of my mouth.
Just at that instant, a man formally dressed saw me. Alert, he pressed the emergency button. A middle-aged woman  covered her mouth in shock. After regaining her composure, she pointed to me and made a beeline for the information counter, seeking for help.
"James! Are you alright?" it was John. His jaws dropped when he saw me stuck. He rushed towards me and fished his phone out from his pocket, dialing for the ambulance. John comforted me and told me that everything would be alright and the paramedics and Singapore Civil Defense Force (SCDF) were arriving soon.
I grimaced in pain. Tears were welling up in my eyes but I blinked them away, wanting to put up a brave front.  There were many onlookers that stood there, pointing at me and taking photos of my suffering. I was aghast.
Minutes seemed like hours and finally, the paramedics and officers from the SCDF arrived. The SCDF officers used special tools and gears to expand the hole and slowly remove my poor feet. By that time, it was swollen. The well-trained paramedics carefully lifted me on the stretcher and with full speed, rushed me to the nearest hospital. My parents were notified and they arrived to the hospital in no time.
The doctor bandaged my leg in a cast and told me that I had to stay in the hospital for observation for three days before I could get discharged.
I will never forget it. Not in this lifetime. This incident will remain with me forever and ever. It made my have my birthday in a hospital room.

A Scam!

Mrs Tan, my sixty-old neighbour, stood in front of me, looking dishevelled. She was not her usual impeccable self. Her bright eyes were dilated and her hands were trembling. For a moment, I was speechless.
It was a Sunday night and my parents had gone out to attend a wedding dinner and instructed me to do my homework. When I had finished my homework marathon, I was about to grab a packet of chips and watch television when I heard frantic knocking on my door.
"Who could it be at this hour?" I mumbled to myself. Opening the door, I was shocked to see Mrs Tan looking the way she was. She was holding a white crumbled letter in her hands. I invited her into my house for a cup of tea to calm her nerves.
" Please! Please help me!" she sobbed, covering her face as tears streamed down her face. Wild thoughts raced through my mine. Is Mrs Tan in heavy debt? Did she have any accident? Did... I jerked myself out of my thoughts as Mrs Tan handed me the letter for me to read.
For a while, I was stunned. Then, I smelt a rat. Could it be a scam? The letter informed Mrs Tan that her precious son, studying overseas had met with a accident. It required her to transfer some money to an overseas bank account. As Mrs Tan's husband had passed away a decade ago, she was the sole breadwinner of the house and they had many financial problems.
I understood the situation and knew that Mrs Tan needed money. I remembered that I came across a newspaper article about how many old folks were tricked into believing that their children had been either involved in an accident or kidnap and needed money for ransom and treatment. Could Mrs Tan be one of the victims?
I tried calling Mrs Tan's son a few times but to no avail. Mrs Tan cried her eyes out. I silently prayed for Mrs Tan's son to be safe and sound. I could feel could sweat dripping down my forehead and my hands turning clammy. Was her son really involved in an accident?
Just at that moment, Mrs Tan's phone rang. I t was her son! She immediately picked up the phone. I could see her tears of joy and a wide smile forming on her face.
"I love you!" Mrs Tan literally hugged her phone as if it was her son. Mrs Tan thanked me for coming to her rescue and to find a plan to get hold of  her son. I hope Mrs Tan will learn a lesson to not easily trust what is written on a mysterious letter and analyse the situation before making any certain conclusions. I also wish that Mrs Tan and her son's bond will stay even stronger than it is now.