How to train a Thief

Fools Fools

Fools gold were the only words going on in my mind this morning. Do I feel bad that I'm actually planning to steal from an old man? 

No. Of course not.

As I said, he most likely will not live enough to even find out its missing.

I don't know why I talk to myself like this, I mean nobody is even around, maybe sometimes it feels better to explain to myself so it makes sense. 

It's exactly ten past seven in the early morning. The sun's not so bright glare blasting through the window highlighting the dust particles in the air giving texture to things once not seen without light. 

The plants by the window glow a healthy green and the Roses outside rise up to expose their beauty. 

Meanwhile, I'm still asleep. Not really, I just cannot be bothered getting out of bed.

Sleeping is the biggest waste of time, sadly it is also one of the most fundamental factors for growing. I tried to stay awake for 4 nights once. It worked although my nose bled twice by the fourth night and I also passed out while riding my bike...

Anyway, I want to get out of bed, but life... Oh my dear lord, life...

Many minutes later I find myself as anyways scavenging through the kitchen desperately looking for something even moderately enjoyable to chow. 

The cupboards were full of dust, for weeks the location of most pantry items have no been altered and the most edible non-canned food was pretty much expired. 

The kitchen was quite large, enough for a party of a few dozen and perhaps maybe more. If I had friends of course...

The island bench had several high seats that overlooked the flat screen television in the living room. Each recliner was quite expensive yet never taken care of. The only one I used was the large extended one where I sometimes slept because as a teenage girl who lives home alone for weeks at a time does not feel the need to walk upstairs and sleep. 

Perhaps it's time I also explain why I never talk about my backyard, well if you could see it yourself the gravestone of my puppy lay there for months now. He never died, but he did run away. A girl my age is smart enough to soon understand what "running away" actually means. though I never asked my parents. 

They always lied to me. They kept telling that one day he just jumped the fence. One time I even heard my dad making a false phone call with the dog pound asking if they found a small german shepherd...

My backyard has grass as tall as a child now. One time a child was playing baseball on the street and he lost his ball in my backyard and he asked if he could have it back and I looked at him dead in the eyes and said, 

"Go ahead..." whilst pointing towards the jungle of fern. To my surprise, he actually went for it, but soon stopped when I warned him about the snakes. 

"it's ok nice lady! you can just keep it I have another one... b-bye!" he stuttered before he ran off. 

Although I make it sound horrible, my home is actually one of the more modern looking ones, however, the renovation had not quite made it towards my room. The old wooden planks that separated me from a blizzard of hail and 2 tornadoes were merely stronger than a piece of paper.

My walls were all blank. Most of them had no photos or family or me and they were colourless; plain white.

The wooden door which I find myself at right now was new and polished with an expensive epoxy gloss that made it shine even in the darkest nights. Some say it even attracts the blind.