Writing Homework

Susan was in her kitchen. Sweat collected on her forehead as she leaned over a pot of boiling noodles. She grabbed a towel from nearby and wiped the sweat away slinging the towel over her shoulder. Bam! Followed by a sharp creaking noise, meant the front door was opened. Susan glanced out of the window to see the school bus pulling away from the house. “How was school today sweetheart?” Susan yelled towards the front door. Jamie walks into the dining room and throws his backpack on the table. The half open zipper let folders and papers slide half way out of his bag. “It was great! Mrs. Jones told me how I can make $20,000 today just for writing a…” Susan interjected “that's great don't forget to do your homework before you go play.” “Yes ma’am” replied Jamie, “I'm going to go write a story now.”

Jamie grabbed his black notebook laying amongst the papers on the table and started writing. Susan bent down to the oven and checked on her garlic toast which was beginning to blacken. Susan reached for the tray out of the oven and hastily tossed it on the counter, smoke rising from the charred bread. “What are you writing about?” Susan hollered, as she blew the smoke away. Jamie responded, “right now some men are robbing a bank and the police are on their way to stop them.” “That's great!” Susan exclaimed pulling a butter knife from the drawer. Susan picked up a piece of black toast and leaned over the kitchen sink. She looked up through the wall opening into the living room where a news broadcast is announcing breaking news. Susan quickly scraped the bread listening as the newscaster announced, “we have received reports that First National Bank is currently being robbed; gunmen are in the lobby holding the staff as hostages.” “Jamie!” Susan calls. “Yes?” replies Jamie. “What made u decide to write about a bank robbery?” Susan asks. “It's the fastest way to get money right?” Susan put down the slice and grabbed a second slice and began scrapping the bread. “Only if you get away with it!” Susan joked. Jamie replied, “Well yeah, if they don't escape how will I get the money?” Susan stops for a second. “How would they escape?” “The sewers, obviously” Jamie responds, rolling his eyes. Susan looked back up at the TV - “police are storming the bank, let's take you there now!” Susan watched as the police rushed into the bank to find the entire staff tied up and no criminals anywhere. The screen flashed back to the announcer holding her earpiece: “It appears the robbers slipped out of the building using a manhole in the loading dock. I repeat, they escaped into the sewers”. Susan drops her knife into the sink. The metal rattled and made a thud as it hit the metal. Susan set the slice of bread down, wiped her hands on the towel on her shoulder and peered into the dining room. Jamie is casually writing in the journal. “Jamie.” Said Susan. “Yeah mom?” Jamie responded. “What happens to the robbers next?” Jamie looked up at Susan and smiled, “a car chase!” Jamie looked back down and continued writing ferociously.

Susan leaned back into the kitchen glancing through the opening at the TV. “Oh my, they found them! The police have located the robbers. They’ve just pulled a man from his car and taken it. I hope the man is OK. The robbers are driving South on 21st Street. Several police cars are in pursuit and they’re passing Main Street now…” the announcer continues as Susan peeks back into the dining room. “So...do the robbers get away?” Susan calmly asked. Siren sounds begin sounding in the distance. Susan peeked back at the TV. “Now they are passing 8th Street heading towards maple” Jamie snickers, “no mom haha robbers never get away with it”. The sirens grow louder. Susan looked back to the TV “now they are passing dogwood coming up on Cardinal. The siren sounds are unbelievably close. Jamie says, “but no one ever figures out where the money went.” Susan darts her eyes towards Jamie in shock as siren sounds fly past the house. Susan looks out of the window to see police lights, as a duffle bag flies over the fence into the back yard. The sound of sirens fade into the distance. Susan crept towards the back door. She is too entranced to hear the oven timer beeping. “What happened to the money Jamie? She asks. Jamie looked up with a devious smile, “I use it to buy a motorcycle.”