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Me and my brother Ben are thieves. Pickpockets. Something weird had just happened. A man called Jesus had come to our town of Nazareth and had been healing many people.
He rode upon a donkey through the people praising him. They were yelling things like ‘The Messiah is here!’ Jesus had looked into my eyes like he knew me. I ran away from him. He was freaky, but I wouldn’t have ran if I knew what was going to happen. 3 days later news came round that Jesus would be killed on Friday on a cross. Just thinking of the word “cross” made me shudder. Two days before Jesus would be killed we found a big crowd and started looking for wallets. We wre going to eat well tonight.
Suddenly a deep voice came from behind us. “Get them!” It was the captain of the guards! We ran through the crowd like a speeding arrow. But the guards were faster. We decided to take the normal escape route. We zoomed round the corner. More guards! We were cornered.
We were arrested and taken before Pilate and nailed on a cross two days later. To my surprise Jesus was on a cross in between me and Ben. I had made up my mind. I looked at Jesus and said “Take me to heaven with you”. My brother looked at me like I was stupid. Jesus answered me. “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.” Then my life on earth came to an end.
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