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Caught In the Storm
I am a nothing. Well, nothing but a thief. Just a stupid, low life thief with nothing to look forward to except the food, fresh and delicious, that I had planned to steal. I, Skyler, was a thief.
I must do it later or else I will get caught, I thought. I planned to leave at 10:00, and make a stop at Richie’s house for some important materials. Then by the time I get there nobody will be there and it will be a clean rob.
9:59, 10:00. Jumping off the roof, grabbing the edge off the stairs, running away, I headed for Richie’s house. I raced toward the bottom of the cold stairs.
Richie lived about 2 minutes from my house. It was not an ideal location for the two of us. Where we lived was a haunted house, it's always scary but you don't know what will pop out at you.
Richie left the materials outside, in the pouring rain, in a place that only I could get them. In a locked metal box, but I have the key. I turned the copper key and yanked out the bag with everything I could need.
I began running as fast as I could, dodging trash cans and people, and hiding behind everything so I would to not get seen. The squish in my shoes disgusts me.
The bakery was a nice bakery for the unsafe side of town. It had hanging lights bright yellow that shone like New York City. It looked so beautiful at night like fireworks. Black-and-white couches were all over the bakery. The bakery was the most beautiful place I had ever seen.
The plan was to get in through the garage door, and luckily they left wide open. I am not even going to need these materials except for the bag. I creep toward the small garage door. I hopped inside and looked around. I saw a box full of newly made bread. I went over to grab it and I hear.
“ Hey what are you doing here,” Jake yelled.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed.
I started to sprint away and he started to chase me. I ran around big barrels, through small piles of trash, and even over a 4 foot tall fence, and so did Jake. He tried to stay as close as possible or just keep me in sight. That was a challenge for him though, because I wore all black tight clothes and a black mask.
He keep getting closer and closer. I needed to do something to get him away from me. I kept running until I saw how I was going to get away from him. I was going to jump and got up onto the fire escape stairs outside an apartment building. I doubt he was going to follow me.
I sprinted as fast as I could and finally I jumped. My hands reached the the bottom of the stair. I used all of my strength to pull myself up. I pulled myself up and started lightly jogging up the stairs.
I was thirsty enough to drink a river dry so I stopped to take a break and just stood here for a minutes or two until Jake started to throw rocks at me. “ Bang,” was the sound of the rocks as they hit the stairs. Rocks that weigh 15 pounds. Rocks that I can barely pick up. Rocks that could be the death of me. I started to sprint but one of them hit me. Pain rushed to my knee the rock hit me. Pain bursting, blood gushing, rocks slamming, I fell over and started to bleed.
“ You're a dirty little thief and a nothing,” Jake yelled when he saw me fall.
I had to get out of this dirty place. I could not take this torture of words that I already know. I needed to get up. So I took off my jacket and tied it around my bleeding knee. The bloody jacket sat on my leg, silent and painful. Then I left like the wind.
I hobbled up the stairs as fast as I could. One last rock was thrown and I was out of sight. I reached the top of the apartment building in no time.
My house, on the roof, was the next building over. In between the two buildings the was a 3 feet gap. The only way to get across was to risk your life and jump. The gap was screaming don’t do it, don’t do it. I walked to the opposite side of the roof and took off sprinting until I jumped. I had made it across the gigantic gap. I was so scared I was going to kick the bucket.
I never wanted to be a thief but I had no other choice. It was either starve or steal. It was my only choice, but I have to admit I know it. I know that I am a nothing. Nothing but a thief.
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