It's nighttime, finally, Ayrton thought. It was time to steal that book father was reading.
They finished dinner hours ago, and Ayrton was pretty sure his family were all asleep. Well, maybe not Ana, but he was sure she wouldn't mind him stealing something from their father, especially if it was a book.
Ayrton slowly stood up from his bed, and walked very slowly toward his bedroom door.
SQUAWK!
Ayrton jumped, but it was just a bird on a nearby tree.
Stop scaring me, stupid bird, Ayrton thought to his window. The bird still sat there, staring at him and Ayrton swore he saw it roll it's two giant, beady purple eyes.
"What are you doing?" A voice whispered from the doorway, making Ayrton want to scream, but he covered his mouth just in time.
"Ana?" He whisper-yelled. "NOT a very good time!"
"Not a good time for you to sneak out of bed!" Ana snapped back. "Tell me what you're doing."
"Or what?" Ayrton countered.
"I'm going to wake Mom and Dad up," Ana smirked. "That's what."
Ayrton sighed quietly. Part of him told himself that Ana might be a good helper in stealing things - she stole many things from Ayrton when they were little.
"I'm going to borrow the book Dad was reading," Ayrton admitted.
"You mean steal?" Ana asked. "Steal?"
"I mean, no," Ayrton said a little too quickly.
Ana raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, I am going to put it back," Ayrton tried.
"But you're still stealing it," Ana insisted. "If you're going to take it without permission, that's stealing."
That was a good point. Ayrton sighed, "Fine. I'm going to steal-" he rolled his eyes at the word "-Dad's book."
"Ah, that's better," Ana smiled. "But it could be better without the eye roll. Can I help?"
"Why would you help? I thought you hated books," Ayrton asked.
"I do hate books, but not that much to not help you," Ana answered, "plus...It's stealing, my personal favorite thing to do."
"Really? That's your favorite thing to do?" Ayrton asked.
"Other than watching TV and sleeping," Ana added.
"Oh, OK, you can help," Ayrton agreed.
"How?" Ana asked.
"By helping me steal it," Ayrton answered like it was obvious. "What else?"
"I mean, how do I steal it," Ana clarified. "And I'm not going to do it without you! You can't do nothing while I do all the work."
"OK, OK," Ayrton sighed. "We can sneak into his bedroom and go to the important section, right?"
"I'm pretty sure it's locked, actually," Ana interrupted.
"The bedroom or the bookshelf?" Ayrton asked.
"Probably both," Ana replied. "But it's fine! I watch YouTube videos on cracking locks all the time! I can do it! Just give me a second to find my clip."
"Why would you-" Ayrton started.
"Shush," Ana interrupted him. "I need clips because they are usually the key to cracking locks. You have one?"
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Assassination Academy (Book 1)
PertualanganAyrton doesn't like killing - he's a softie. But when he gets an unexpected letter from an academy he doesn't want to attend, life takes an even more unexpected twist. Will he make it out alive? Disclaimer : The cover is awesome, but it's not mine! ...
