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The Pick Pocketer
One day I was walking to the store to get a couple of things for my mom. As I was walking, I saw a strange man. He was walking around and was looking at every body’s pockets. “Hmm… what is he doing?” I wondered. Then I knew. He was a pick pocketer! I had to do something about it! But then I thought again, “I’m only in 5th grade. I don’t think I can stop a bad guy at this age.” I shook my head and continued walking. I finally got to the store. I walked in and I noticed that there weren’t very many people here at the store.
“Hey Jake! Where is everybody?” I asked the store worker. “I don’t know. All I heard is that someone in this store is a pick pocket person.” Jake answered.
“Really? Hmm, that’s interesting because I think I just saw one walking down the sidewalk looking in everybody’s pockets.” I said. “That is pretty interesting. Let me know when you see him again. I want you to come to me right away so I can see what that person looks like.” Jake suggested.
“Okay. Wait one more thing before I go. If you want to know if it’s a boy or girl, he’s a boy.” I told Jake as I walked out the door. I just remembered something, “Great, I forgot to get groceries.” I thought. I started to walk back to the store. But then, I saw the pick pocketer again. “I don’t know what to do. Should I go back to the store and tell Jake? Or should I try and stop the pick pocketer?” I thought to myself. I made my decision. I decided to stop the pick pocketer. I walked across the street and followed the pick pocketer. He was grabbing so much stuff from people’s pockets. I knew he would get away with lots of stuff. So I started to run. I finally caught up to him then I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked back and said,
“Oh hello little girl. How are you on this fine day?” He asked. “Ok for one thing, I’m not a little girl. Second, you are a pick pocketer. I know you are I saw you looking in people’s pockets.”I said bravely.
“What are you talking about? I’m afraid you must be mistaken. I, never in my life have I stole from every one or anything.” The pick pocketer lied.
“I know for a fact that you are a pick pocketer and I can prove it. I also saw you earlier steeling from other people’s pockets. You look exactly the same.” I said.
(Pick pocketer leans down close to me)
“Look here little girl, what makes you think you can go around accusing people about things they have not done?” The pick pocketer lied. I was now very mad at the man.
“Ok look, you can just scurry along here for now, but eventually I will catch you again. I am always watching.” I warned. I started to walk away until I realized what I had just done, I had just let the pick pocketer go! I knew I had to stop him, and this time I wouldn’t let him go. I started running until someone said my name. I knew who it was, it was Jake.
“Karee, where are you running off to? I need some help.” Jake yelled
“I can’t right now Jake, I was….. Ummm well, oh fine then.” I yelled back. I walked to the store and went in with Jake. As I walked in, I say a man with the same coat as the pick pocketer.
“That can’t be the pick pocketer, he is way taller than him.” I thought. I looked again then I saw who it was. It was the pick pocketer.
“Jake, that’s him. That’s the pick pocketer.” I whispered to Jake.
“Are you sure?” Jake asked.
“Yup. I’m positive.” I answered. Jake walked slowly toward the pick pocketer. He said,
“Sir, hello I am Jake and can I help you with anything?”
“No. I am perfectly fine. All I want to say is… bye!” the pick pocketer said. He ran and got away.”Ok. I guess that was a little too adventurous for me!” I said. The End!
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My name is Karee. I like to play basketball with friends. I also like to go biking. I am a great actor as well. Also, I love to read! My favorite book is Sideways Stories from Wayside school by Louis Sachar. Its a great book!!! That's a few things about me!!!
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