Back To School
The rain lashed out at me as I climbed out of my car. The strong
cold wind howled and it’s force made me shiver. I wouldn’t normally
be out on a day like this but today was a special day. Today I
decided I would return to my old school. Not to study but to re-live
some happy memories. I had some happy times there. All my
friends and all the games we used to play. Not that I would see
anyone at the school now. Oh no, the school has been closed for
years. All those children, all those teachers – they would have
moved on. New jobs, new futures, new lives. I had the same, job in
a bank, high prospects, beautiful wife and healthy son. What more
could a man ask for? Those were happy times and cherished
memories. Mind you, happy memories are all I have left now. I lost
my job, my wife, my son and my self-confidence.
I remember the day it all went wrong. My friend Rick told me how I
could make a lot of money. He told me how I could transfer money
from the bank into a special account. The bank wouldn’t detect the
transfer and they would never discover where the money had gone.
We could transfer millions into this special account. Then transfer a
bit at a time (maybe a few hundred) to our own accounts. No-one
would be any the wiser.
I wouldn’t normally get involved in something like this, but I was
desperate. I had crippling debts such as: credit cards, the
mortgage, home improvement loan and a few friends I had
borrowed money off so I could put a meal on the table. I saw this
as an easy way out. Not only would my debts be cleared I would be
able to take my wife Sara to Spain for a holiday. And of course my
son Simon would get that new computer he’s always wanted. So I
agreed to be in on the deal with Rick.
This went well until one day. Rick rang me at home. His voice was
shaking. The police had found us out. They had tracked down the
special account. He had been arrested and was ringing me from the
local police station. He warned me that the police were on their way