Chapter 1:That Night

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It was eight in the evening ,and as usual I was again sent on a mission, and it is to steal the Madonna's Crown in the Crest Hill museum.

It was already 15 years since my parents died , and one year since grandama died. Yeah she died , ot was hard for me to accept the fact that she's already gone ,since she was the one who's always been there for me when I felt like the world turned it's back at me. And since she has been my second mother when mom died with dad.

Now the feeling of being alone is eating me alive. Even though I still have my grandpa beside me ,it still won't be the same anymore. Its like a healed wound opened up again... and I'm afraid that this time it would be permanent. As I'm trying to fight my tears to pour down, I freakin tripped on a fucking rock and sprained my ankle. "Aaaaaa...sh-shit!!!" I screamed in pain as I caressed my ankle with my palm.

And that's when I realized that I was already in front of the museum...I cant believe that I just fucking screamed.I said to my self as I hit my head with the side of my fist. "What-Were-You-Thinking!!!" I said while pausing in every word and stood up and tiptoed towards the emergency exit ladder of the museum. When I reached the roof of the museum, I searched for a vent opening.After few minutes of searching and roaming around,
,I saw one but I wonder if my body could fit in becausecits opening is so freakin small."How the heck could I get in there without getting my gorgeous body squashed huh?" I gasped as I scratched my neck. As I was about to lose hope,I found another one,and this time it's big enough.

As I was crawling inside this stupid,smelly,nasty and dusty vent, I heard something. And in my horror it's not something ,It's SOMEONE O_O!!!!
I crawled even faster towards the opening"Aaaaaaaaaah!!!" I screamed in shock when I fell."Ugggh, d-did not see that coming." I said to myself as I looked around and slowly stood up.I slowly walked towards the center of the museum,where the crown is displayed.


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