We ran through the dark alley with the burglars at our tail. I was panting and Debbie, my little sister, was running as fast as she could. She was holding the money bag firmly in her hand, but I could see that it would slip at any moment. We took a right and reached a dead end. I was petrified. Sweat dripped down my face. My legs were shaking with terror. “Got you now, sweetie,” one of the burglars said. I turned around to see all three of the burglars close in on us. Debbie looked at me and winked. I could tell she had a plan. “Ok, you got us,” Debbie said as she threw the money bag to one of the burglars, “Here’s the money. Now can you please let us go?” Her eyes were filled with tears, but I knew that she was faking them. I even managed a few tears as well. The burglar's eyes were fixed upon the money bag. Then one of the burglars said, “Ok, get out of here,” We ran out of the dark alley, which suddenly felt much brighter. The sun poured on my face. “Come on! We have to get out of here before they figure out I just put some rocks in the bag,” Debbie said. We both ran towards the bank, where both of our parents were.