Written by one of my P5 boys – Akhila.
He gave the story a 360 degrees twist.

Buzzzz! The security sensor at NUTC Minimart buzzed shrilly. Someone had left without paying!

The thief, a small boy, nicknamed “Kiasu” by his friends, stopped dead in his tracks. Almost instantly, someone was heard screaming, “stop that thief!” Pandemonium and panic reigned.

Mr Wah, the pudgy manager cum cashier of the minimart, staggered out clumsily, his puffy face red with indignation, his hand holding an enormous bowl of wanton noodles. “What the heck is happening here? Can I ever have some peace here? Everyday a thief will appear and the whole mart goes bersek! I can’t even enjoy my wanton noodles!” he hollered breathlessly.

Hearing those words, numerous customers stared at the boisterous manager with looks of utter disgust. One man shouted out, ” look here, Mr Wah, some idiot is stealing something from your shop and we can’t even inform you?!” At this, Mr Wah glared with his foggy eyes and bellowed out, “that boy is my son!!! He is taking a bottle of oil to his mum! What’s wrong with that?!”

The man who had shouted earlier on started to creep away, muttering sheepishly, “I didn’t know that…” The crowd who had gathered at this outburst started to disperse slowly too. Meanwhile, Mr Wah muttered under his breath as he marched back into his shop, “crazy customers….oh man, my noodles have gone cold!”