Busking.

"Beep beep, beep beep!" I rolled over to turn my alarm clock off and 'bang!' I had fallen out of bed and just lay there on the cold, sweaty, concrete floor waiting for my alarm clock to turn itself off. "Third time in a bloody row!" I said to myself. My alarm clock had stopped, I pulled my pillow over my head ready to go back to sleep when I remembered I needed to …

…down the tunnel for them but they had vanished completely out of site. Then I looked down and all of my money out of my busking hat had been taken. My heart stopped for a split second and all the wind was knocked out of me as if I had been punched in the chest. I kneeled on the ground and cried and cried banging my head on the filthy cold stone floor in despair.