How to train a Thief

Fools Gold.

I want to be in love forever.

Although its meaning can be interpreted in several different ways based on the context. My context was rather unpleasing. I want to be in love forever as in I never want to feel empty. Even though a figure of the opposite sex did not 'yet' make a presence in my life. 

Figuratively, I was the emptiest girl to walk this earth. I am invisible, although people can still see me. Yet again if the context is given,  people don't care about me enough to notice my presence. Hence, if there was an elephant in the room, I would be the gentle breeze that people ever so take for granted and not notice.

My name 'was' Éveil Hartman, although i haven't heard anyone say that name for years. The name would mean Surveiler. Someone who is vigilent and watchful. Others simply call me Eva, althought anyone with a brain would know that too is a lie. I would often get bullied by being called Evil, never eva. Which is probably not so figuratively spoken of, but quite literally. 

Once i was called evil, i didn't waste my time crying about it but owned it. I am the most evil girl I know. 

I am a thief! And so i thought i was. It made me free. 

Well that is quite melodramatic so i speak, but point is i steal things and sell. Small things of course. I don't know why, but i guess if I'm Evil Hart, then i will well and truly be 'Evil Heart'. 

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I like to wake up early and stare at the roof of my ceiling. It is quite an extraordinary design. Just rotting wooden boards. By parents are either always too busy to care or never around. My dad is a Pilot for some Cargo planes in Antarctica and so he's out for months at a time, my mother for some reason applied for a job a few hundreds of miles away and the train ride itself took half a week. Therefore, i, Miss Eveil Hartman, am home alone for weeks living on just envelopes sent through post with cash and some written notes that i gave up reading. 

Something about "i'm thinking of you and can't wait to see you..." 

   The end....

If you truly cared you would realise that as a teenage girl i have problems myself. Problems that cannot be fixed by letters full of cash. Sometimes the cash wouldn't even be enough for that month. Which is why I steal. 

I used to count the hundreds dollar note rolls from the black marketed items i stole. 

Well black market sounds really badass but really its just second hand things i bought for "free". 

We are all going to die anyway so whats the point of keeping useless things like old microwaves and old bikes, especially if you never use them.

Where was I? Ah, the rotten miserable wooden planks holding the attic of my home together. They looked wonderful enough to ignore for another day! 

Perhaps i would identify thief a royal princess and live in a castle my whole life so she can wake up staring at what could be collapsing on her spoilt face any moment.

I looked at the clock on the desk and realised in 5 minutes I had to get dressed and make a twenty minute trip to school by foot. Although i never really cared and my teachers gave up trying to discipline me after the first few years of late arrival tickets given out. 

Extra points for being invisible in school. Great idea if you're a thief.

New motto, "don't know, don't care because i was never there"...

Doesn't get more cheesy than that, but who doesn't like making hundres of dollars a month by selling invisible items the owner doesnt realise is gone until a few months after the cash was exchanged for a box of pizza of maybe a new phone.