The Art Of Robbing

Your Not So Average Teenager---REWRITTEN

     The afternoon sun was brighter than usual; the peculiar, sweltering weather causing grease-like sweat to coat my face. I wasn't going to make it sound like what I was doing was attractive or hot (except for the weather, and well me, myself) in anyway. I wasn't going to tone down just how stifled and gross I looked. In all reality, I looked like a sweaty pig, with smudges of dirt across my face and everything to seal the package. I could taste the saltiness of the moist perspiration that was seeping through my lips. It tasted strangely palatable; "I feel like the strangest urge to have a side of lemon juice with my sweat"

     "Aw c'mon, it can't be that hot out," a snarky voice desperately in need of walking a mile in my feet retorted. Who was he to talk? He was stashed in the back room of a nice, little, pedophile looking van with a nice bag of chips, and sweet, sweet, air-conditioning.

     "Hey, did you hear that?" I whispered, cautiously.

     I sensed Andy's breathing shallow, body stiffen, and senses alert, "What was it?"

     "Listen close," I took the Bluetooth out of the arches of my ear, and held it in front of my lips, I took a deep breath before whisper-shouting just loud enough, "Die!"

       In other completely unrelated news, the heat was really getting to me.

      "Isn't somebody a little sensitive today?" he jabbed after momentarily flinching from my outburst. He should have seen it coming anyways.

      Man, he annoyed me sometimes. But man, did I annoy him more. It was fate's version of playing a cruel trick on us when we ended up working together. But, I was okay with that.

     I pulled down the wig sitting atop of my head further down. The stringy blonde hair came up to my shoulders, and paired with what I was wearing, I looked like some stoner hippy. I was just missing the tie-dyed bandana.

     I glared up at the sun through my sunglasses; it was at the highest it was ever going to be. I reaffirmed this on my watch; it was noon. These people should have left the mansion by now. Hopefully, they didn't remember they left the stove on or anything stupid like that, "Mhm, anyways, why don't you do your job? Anything I should watch for? Men with guns? Kids with chalk? Anything?"

     Andy crunched down on a chip before replying through his chewed chips, "I checked the cameras. You should be good. It's just dogs."

     "Just dogs? Easy! It's not like they can just rip me apart at sight. I bet we can even have a nice tea party of sorts!" I sighed, exasperated. As if the sun wasn't bad enough.

    "Sorry, but this isn't Neverland. You're in the real world, and dogs aren't your friends." Andy taunted; I didn't even need to see his face to know how smug he looked.

     I peered over the pruned bush I hid behind, and could already sniff out dog. It wasn't long before my cursory glance over the lot caught the dog... dogs. They were security dogs taught to guard the mansion, and protect it under whatever circumstance. Now why would anybody hire dogs for that?

     Suddenly, I was so happy that I brought a raw T-bone with me. And no, it wasn't like I just passed a meat shop and suddenly thought, "Hm, you know what would just make my day? A raw steak in my duffel bag." Andy, no matter how arrogant he was, had prepped me. Though, the thought of grabbing raw meat in this sultry weather just rendered bile to rise up my throat. I fought off the urge, as I pulled out the meat. The dogs were more than 30 meters away, yet it was like they could already smell it. Their heads craned towards where I was, suddenly on guard.

    I just really hoped that these dogs were still dogs. Without thinking through it too much, I bounced my weight from my heel to my toes. I let the steak slide right through my fingers with all the momentum I could possibly provide it. It travelled far, not as far as I wished, but still far. The dogs detected the meat and they ran after it. Then they were gone. One problem down, millions to go.