Untraceable {currently on hold}

Untraceable

hi everyone! so this is our big surprise! our other story "Accidentally Saved" hit 1K reads, so here we are:) the updates will be once every week with school and everything coming up, but tysm for reading and we hope you like it<3 sorry it took so long to post we had some stuff going on today that we had to do! <3

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Prologue

I walked around downtown of the nation's political center, known as Washington D.C.. Looking into the crowds of people, I searched for the perfect target. Someone who is completely oblivious; someone who looks as if they were loaded with dough. I gazed over into the crowd until I saw her walking towards me.

She was wearing Coach sunglasses with designer clothes like Gucci, Prada, and Vera Wang draping elegantly over her body. A Louis Vuitton bag abided on her shoulder, hitting people while she walked past them without a care in the world. She had money, after all.

I did a quick once-over of the woman, noticing that her Coach wallet was conviently sticking out of her purse, making my job a hell of a lot easier.

She was striding in towards me with long steps, and I knew I had to act quick. I 'accidentally' knocked into her, reaching my left arm slightly out and grabbing the black leather wallet. I quickly stuffed it into my jacket pocket before she noticed.

"Watch where you're going, kid! I have places to be and I cannot be interrupted by people like you!" She yelled at me while throwing a hard glare.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again," I faked out an apology while she scoffed at me and sauntered off. It took all I could not to tell this bitch off, but I remembered: the money. I began to walk the other way back to my house to count the precious treasure that would supply my future.

I got home without anyone stopping me, or suspecting me for that reason. I headed up to my room after unlocking the front door knowing that no one was home at the time. Mom and Dad were kissing up to their goody-two-shoes friends and Dylan was at a football practice.

When I was in the safety of my punk rock adorned walls, I looked into my vanity mirror and stripped the wig and cap underneath off my head. I leaned in closer to my mirror to get my light blue contacts off the surface of my eye.

I've been pickpocketing ever since I was twelve, so it's been about five years now. I've never been caught, except for the one time when I was first starting when I tried to take a pack of gum. I've moved on to much bigger things, like wallets or jewelry, but only off of people with loads of cash. They don't even realize it's missing half the time! And when they do, they try to cancel all of their credit cards and try to track me down, but they never do.

I'm untraceable.