My hands are shaking, my first thoughts are, ‘I have to get away.’

The police are right behind us. The getaway car is horrible. It is a 67 year old Lincoln.

“We have to get out of here!” my partner yelled.

Without thinking I jerked the gear stick in 100 ways, while turning the car, and pressed down on both pedals. Next thing I know the car is halfway out of a building. 

With grazes throughout my body my partner and I both know that we can’t get away from the police that are now slow clapping, to our embarrassment.

ROBBIE – YEAR 8