My 9/11

I wasn't a good girl, I was completely the opposite. I had a bad record in my book, but I never got caught when I acted up. My name is Zoey Katraz and yes, Al Katraz, the prison.

I have shaggy dark brown hair up to my shoulders with light brown lightning bolts for highlights. I wear a blue beanie hat with a rainbow colored ribbon that i got from my mom just before she got hit by a wreckless driver.My eyes are icy blue and I have either freckles or dots (I have really no clue) all over my face.

I live with my dad in an "undersized" house. When you walk in, your in the living room which is just our big black couch and a small TV on top of the bookshelf. To make it brief, it has a small kitchen, two bedrooms for us and a bathroom. All of are necessities. He promises we'll get a better one someday but I don't buy it. We've lived in that house for years and my dad didn't have the best of a job to get enough. He used to work in a big business but after my mom died he started to get loopy and in what seemed like depression. That's 'maybe' the reason I steal.

It's not a bad living actually, more exciting than you think. I remember that one funny time at the pet store....(:

~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~

"Ding!" Rang the bell on the door at the pet store.

I came in that day to get a cute and cuddly kitten. I had always wanted one since I was a little kid. I glanced up the middle aged cashier who was digging her nose into the newspaper. No one else was in the shop so I went up to the kittens.

They were so cute!! There were five of them, a snowy white one, black midnight, tiger like with stripes, tiny runt that was brown, and gray one. The all were chasing after some yellow yarn. I couldn't make up my mind so I stuck my hands in and grabbed a kit. I had picked up the brown runt and it started mewling like crazy! I looked closer at it, it had brown eyes and black claws. It was still adorable.

I told it to shut up and put it under my sweatshirt. The cashier still was distracted, so i innocently walked to the exit. I was soo close to getting out the door but all of a sudden-

"Meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow!!" the kitten screamed. Dang it, I was toast. But ironically she looked up from the paper and gave me a little smile.

"Thank you for shopping at Winfred's Pet Place. Come again soon." She said.

I couldn't believe my luck, maybe she fall for another trick so I ventured and pushed my luck and said.

"Could I have some cat food for my kit?"

Before she answered I thought I saw a twitch in her eyes. Her eyes refocused on me. She had flashed back into reality!

"Hey! You have to pay for that kitten!" She harshly said with anger. I stared for a good five seconds and bolted out.

I ran out the store wildly, telling my feet to go faster. In minutes she would call those cops and they would be after me!

(I did get home and showed my dad. We decided to call the tomcat Danger because of his fierce appearance.)

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That's a pretty good description on what I do for fun. I've been doing this since I was eight. And this is where my story starts.

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I burst out the school doors as happy as can be. It was summer break! I looked around at the swarm of kids rushing around and spotted my friend Bethany. She was a blonde, but unlike me had no freckles. She waved me over and I came bustling through to her.

"You busy tonight?" She asked excitedly. She was literally jumping.

"No. Lets go down to Walmart!" I shouted giving her a great big silly smile.

Halfway toward the store Bethany pulled out two Walkie Talkies and told me her plan. We were gonna tape one a Walkie Talkie onto a Barbie doll box ,and while a little girl came by we would yell a bunch of scary things from it. It was a pure genius idea.

We got to the little princess aisle and scotch taped the Talkie to the back of the new Barbie that trained dolphins. We ran over to the next row and snickered at the image of little victim screaming that they were being followed. In the next row over I heard a mom and a girl, maybe seven year old walk through.

"Mommy, Mommy! I wanna the new Barbie dwall!" I heard the little spoiled kid whine.

"Honey, this is your 40th one, I think that---- I peeked over at the aisle.

"Noooooooooooooooooo! I want it I want it I want it!"she screamed and grabbed the box with our Walkie Talkie on the back.

I signaled Bethany to start talking. My friend took the advantage and turned on the device and whispered:

"You little snot, I know where you live. You better watch out. I'll be watching you closely." It boomed out. I came back over to her, bracing for a scream.

She let out a high pitched scream and we heard a "clank" from her dropped the Barbie. The mom was equally shocked and angrily shouted "You think this is funny? This sick little joke scared my little Gracie! Come out!!" The mom sounded super motherly.

Bethany and me started to laugh like maniacs. Like 'roll on the ground' laugh. We probably overdid it because before we knew it the mom came over with a "I am literally going to kill you" look. We scrambled up and made a run for it dropping the Talkie as we ran. "Good thing I didn't pay for that!" I shouted as we dashed to the front door.

I was an inch from the automatic opening doors when someone grabbed the back collar of my shirt. I was choked back and looking up at the cross woman.

(A/N sorry if this seems too short to be a page!)