shoplifters>> c.h au

one

It was two in the afternoon and she was ready to go. She was ready to do one of her biggest plans. She parked her car at the farthest parking space. Luckily, the shop was crowded. She gets out putting on her sunglasses, taking her infamous big bag with her. She walks with her phone in her hand, acting casual. She enters the shop, the door opening automatically, the air flowing past her body.

 She walked towards the seating area, that was almost like a mini cafeteria, and sat down. She got her notebook that had her plan in it and her headphones. She took off her sunglasses placing them inside her bag. She reads over the rules of her plan.

1. Don't take items over 250 dollars.

2.  Make sure of your surroundings.

3. Don't get caught.

4. Don''t add anyone to this plan.

She takes a breathe remembering these five rules and going over all the steps to this plan. She stand up leaving her trash at the table. She takes a deep breathe as she walks towards the main shopping area. She smiles to herself as she has her phone and ear buds still in. The lyrics of the current song on her play list motivating her.

 She walks up the cash register. She looks at the clerk. She was a older lady, with hair the reached her shoulders. Her face was pale, as with the rest of her body. Her uniform was white. It looked as if she just escaped from an insane asylum. Boston could tell the woman dreaded  her job. It looked like she would rather be dead than stand behind that counter one more day.

 Boston offers the woman a smile, reading her name tag. Apparently the woman's name was Ma-gee. Ma-gee? That one was a new one. The woman ,or Ma-gee, finally bothered to take a glance at Boston. Her thin lips curled up into a small smile.

 "What can I do for you today?" She asked. Her voice came out quiet yet raspy, like she hasn't spoken in years. It sent small shivers. "Yes, um" she say hesitantly, "I was wondering if you could check if you have a certain item in stock here?" She asked.

 "Well, sweetheart in order for me to do that, I need to go check in the back." She knew she had to do that. That's exactly why she asked. Boston nods, her blonde hair moving on her head. "I'll wait." The woman sighs rolling her eyes, leaving the counter.

Step 1 - Get rid of the cashier.

END OF ONE.

I forgot to mention, this is a story with short chapters. It would only contain 500 words or a little less. This story with have around 20-30 chapters. I'm sorry that I forgot to mention that in the beginning.