The Day my Grandmas car was stolen
The Day My Grandma’s Car Was Stolen.
Where is my car? My grandma thought. She parked it right there. My grandma told security that her car was missing. So the security guard drove my grandma around the Sears parking lot trying to find her car. They could not find it. Then he drove her home. When they got to my grandma’s house, she said, “thanks for the ride.”She walked into her house and told every body what happened. Her and her family sat in awkward silence.
That day was the craziest day ever. My grandma knew that her old Subaru was stolen while she was at work. And she didn’t know why. But what she does know is that- my grandma heard banging on the door. It was the FBI.
She opened the door, and the men barged right in without even asking if they could come in. “Yes, you can come in,” my grandma said in a little bit of anger.
“Oh, sorry.” One of them said feeling bad.
“Anyways,” another one continued, “We are here to tell you what the robbers did with your car.”
“Okay,” she said.
“The people who stole your car used it in a bank robbery.” They explained. “After they robbed the bank, they ditched your car in the woods. Then they pulled over an old man, and told him to get in the back seat of his own car or they would blow his head off. Then they stole that car. We will be holding a court session on December 28th.”
“I will be there.” she exclaimed.
22 days later, we all went to court. And the robbers went to jail for holding hostage, robbing a bank, and stealing two cars.