Schapelle Corby – My short Story

My short story about Schapelle Corby. 

You can also read the full story Schapelle Corby – short story, as a PDF.

‘Aw, we’re going to have so much fun!’ texted Andrew.

‘Haha, can’t wait! Have you got those ‘things’ I asked for?’ Schapelle wrote back, adding a smiley face at the end of the message.

‘Yep,’ replied Andrew, ‘I’m thinking of putting them in a kid’s body board case. You like?’

‘Yes! Luv it! Schapelle – very excited and just a bit nervous – said in the text, ‘So, I’ll see you at Brisbane International Airport, Terminal 2, at 5.30am sharp! We r on TA921’.

‘Sound’s great! Night night sis!’ Andrew wrote back. They didn’t know it, but that was the last text that would be exchanged between the two for a very, very long time.

Schapelle and Andrew went to sleep on very different sides of Brisbane that night. They also had two very different motives. The next morning, they both got up and headed towards the airport in their own taxis.

‘International Airport, Terminal 2, thanks’ Schapelle said to the little Indian man with a ‘Taxis United’  baseball cap on, as she got into the backseat of the old Holden car. When Schapelle and Andrew got to the airport, they checked into the Tiger Airways flight, which was headed to Denpasar, Bali.

‘Schapelle and Andrew Corby checking in!’ a seemingly excited Andrew announced as they finally reached the front of a long and exhausting queue. They handed over their passports to the Tiger Airways representative behind the counter.

They put their three bags – Schapelle’s bag, Andrew’s bag and the body-board bag- on the baggage weigher.

Ha! Easy!’ Thought Schapelle, in her head. ‘There are no weird x-ray machines anywhere, we may as well have come in smoking a bong, they wouldn’t have cared!’  She had a smirk on her face, looking at Andrew.

Funnily enough, they passed through customs and hopped on the plane, with no hassle at all. They sat by the window together. Schapelle was wearing a light pink shirt, white trousers and a white headband. Andrew was dressed in a blue button up shirt and bright red shorts. He had a tribal tattoo on his left arm that he got the last time he went to Indonesia by himself. Schapelle and Andrew has both been to Bali before, but not together.

They looked like the many other couples on the flight. They were both happy to be finally going, and Schapelle was looking forward to ‘getting something’ a little more than memories. They both knew that above their heads, was about thirty-five thousand dollars worth of the drug cannabis. Schapelle was excited, and now even slightly nervous as the plane took off, which was scheduled to be in Bali in about five and a half hours.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Ngurah Rai Airport, Bali. The current weather temperature is 36 degrees celsius. The local time is 9:46 AM,’ said the captain through the cabin’s PA system, as they taxied on the tarmac towards Gate 2 of the International Airport. ‘Please fill out your immigration cards as we prepare to exit the plane’. As the two looked at the orange pieces of paper being passed around by the flight attendants in blue skirts and high heels, Andrew grinned.

‘Ha, Schapelle, look at question five,’ he pointed to it on the paper. It read;

Are you in possession of ANY drugs or medications, whether prescribed or not?

‘Yeah, who would actually answer yes to that question?! People who don’t want an extra 35,000 dollars in their pocket I guess!’. Andrew had a slightly evil look on his face  as he looked straight ahead, but Schapelle did not notice it.

When the plane had come to a halt, people got up and stretched, so did they. Schapelle was very careful, however, when everyone got their bags from the overhead compartments above. She did it slowly and quietly, showing no-one. Slowly but surely, they made their way to the plane’s main exit door. When they looked out, the two saw police with guns around their bodies staring into the back of the plane. Schapelle asked her brother;

‘Are they looking at us?’ She looked worriedly into the eyes of Andrew, who simply shrugged it off.

‘Come on sis,’ Andrew whispered into her ear. ‘The cops in this place are way too stupid to find it out we’ve got anything. It’s like the chances of me being in the Balinese Police Force – pretty high-‘

‘High!? Don’t you mean low?’ interupped Schapelle in a sharp whisper into his ear, very worried for a second.

‘Yes, my mistake!’ smiled Andrew. He looked around and frowned.

The second they stepped out of the plane and onto Balinese land, the armed police officers Schapelle was worried about started yelling;

‘EVERYONE! GET ON THE FLOOR! WE ARE THE BALINESE POLICE FORCE!’ Andrew jumped back to the side of the carpeted tunnel. Schapelle wondered what he was doing. She was very scared, so scared that she couldn’t even speak. She lay on the floor, holding very tightly her bags with the drugs in it. The police continued,

‘WE HAVE A DRUG SMUGGLER IN OUR PRESENCE!’ All of the police looked at Schapelle, including Andrew.

‘Schapelle,’ Andrew spoke out in front of the shocked tourists, some who were filming it all on their smartphones, ‘Your  sister and I have bitterly hated you since you were born. You were the youngest one – our mother saw you as the best in the family, the smartest, the prettiest, the most polite, the hardest-working.’ He stared into Schapelle’s blue eyes. ‘We were the outcasts. And you were the angel. But Mercedes and I looked at you differently. We saw through you and your childish schemes for attention. We saw how you bullied other children in the playground, how you would eat all of our food for supper when Mother and Father weren’t looking. We saw you cheat and lie to them. We hated you. We despised you. And, somehow, we vowed to each other that we would get you one day. We would get you. And, we did. Both of us.’ Andrew scowled. Then, from behind the corner of the tunnel,  Mercedes walked out.

‘Ha ha, yes we did, Andrew, didn’t we?. Hello, Schapelle,’ She said to her little sister, still lying on the floor, in complete shock. A droplet of water trickled from her left eye. ‘Ever since we heard that you were out of a job from Mum and Dad’s fish and chip shop, we were ready to put the plan in action that we had been getting ready for ever since you were in high school,’ Mercedes teased. ‘So, we offered you and Andrew a trip to Bali, we jokingly suggested around lunch that you should take drugs there, and get a few thousand dollars for it, to help keep you out of harms way. We knew that you were in such despair, that you would try anything, even the drug trade in Bali!’ She laughed scornfully, and walked around in front of Schapelle and leant over her. ‘I despise you. I hate you. I loathe you. I scorn you.’ And with that, she spat on her head. Andrew did the same.

‘WE WANTED TO KILL YOU. Now, we think that your punishment is close enough,’ He laughed, and then, on cue, the police walked up to her. ‘Good bye, Schapelle Corby.’

Two police women came and tied her up. They had been silent throughout both Mercedes and Andrew’s rants. They didn’t look very strong, but they were, as they picked up Schapelle who was, by this time, weeping and helpless. She yelled out, in hope of anyone.

‘Help! I loved you both! I thought that you two were my siblings, my friends! How could you?’ she wept, as she was pulled away into Customs and immediately confessed to trafficking drugs for illegal trade.

Twenty five years later, she is still in gaol, and she still weeps every night, and still wonders ‘Why? Why would they successfully convince her to take drugs into Indonesia? Why? Why was she so stupid to do it? Why?’

DISCLAIMER: By publishing this story, I mean no offence to any parties or people mentioned in this short story. The story, although inspired by a true event, is fictional, and by no means do I mean to suggest these were the actual events.

Please give me your feedback on the story (it was a bit of a rush-job!) by clicking on the ‘Contact‘ tab under the Anthony Segaert option at the top of this page. 

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