All I could hear was the pounding of a police officer's feet behind me. Being a thief was all I had ever known. The police only wanted to get me into an orphanage. They didn't know how I survived.
I was only 5 when they took my dad away. My mom was already gone. Alex, my brother taught me how to outsmart salesmen and trick high tech security cameras. He was never careful though. Pretty soon his face was printed in every newspaper, and wanted posters with pictures of him adorned the windows of every shop. One thing I noticed was that in almost every picture Alex was smiling. Almost as if he enjoyed taking other people's stuff. If I said that to him, he would have said something like "I do it to survive." Althogh I also steal to survive, I don't enjoy it.
Author's Note
I will only do an authors note if its important so yeah. 3 things:
1. If you think this story is boring or terrible at any time I suggest that you stop reading because I do not tolerate hate.
2. If you have an idea for a story you want me to write then message me.
3. If you follow me I will follow you.
Good bye.
