She rounded the corner and ground to a halt by the lamppost. She swerved around the lamppost and smiled in the dark. She reached into her bag and pulled out the highest technology mobile, worth £10,000,000. The light shone upon her face, and just for a second, I saw her face. She had long, curly, chocolate brown hair, tied up in a red scrunchie and many clips. Her hair flopped over her face and down her right shoulder. She had a pair of sunglasses on. She pulled out a black mask, took off her sunglasses and put them in her bag alongside her phone, revealing her glittering bottle green eyes. She pulled up a drain and dropped her bag inside. She put on the lid again and I braced myself for a loud clatter. Amazingly, it didn’t make a sound. I gasped. How could she do things so quietly? I was astounded. She pulled the mask over her face then she started to sprint. I looked in the direction she was running and saw the gleaming silver gates that belonged to my new next-door neighbours, the Gally’s. She reached the converted mansion and traced the words ‘Ally Rean’ (I'm guessing that was her name) then jumped up to the top of the gate. I was astonished. It virtually impossible for any human to jump that high. It was 10 feet tall! Anyway, she leaped from branch to branch from the surrounding trees in the back garden, landing perfectly on her two feet. She was as graceful as a swan! She got close to the porch over stretching part of the pool and back flipped onto it with skill and ability I would never be able to live up too. She landed on the table and stumbled, but still looked professional. It finally dawned on me that she was breaking into the house, and, if I were a thief, I would too. The Gally’s are the richest people in the neighbourhood. Even though they were new, everyone knew how rich they were. Only because they don't stop boasting about it, mind. Ally pulled out one of the clips holding up her hair and put it in the lock on the French doors. She twisted and twiddled with the clip until the doors silently swung open. She placed the clip back in her hair, and then sneaked inside. She passed through the big living room and into the trophy room. Wow, I can’t find a word to describe how many trophies there were in that room. There were numerous Grammy awards, football, swimming and more. After she had left that room, my line of vision was obscured, even when I was looking through the binoculars I pulled out of my chest of drawers. Alarm bells started ringing. Laser beams criss-crossed over the back garden and the rooms I could see into, but I could only see them for about three seconds then they were gone. I figured they were probably still there, just invisible. Then the girl appeared again, jiving through the both rooms. She moved so fast it was like she wasn’t even touching the ground. Men came outside but it was too late. The girl got her bag and ran away. It was obvious she had received what she had gone to get. But what was it?
