I slid the key out from under the plant pot, biting my lip as I placed it into the lock. Wincing, I slowly turned the key, letting out a deep breath as the door swung open quietly. I left the door slightly open behind me as I tiptoed into their kitchen, adjusting my balaclava so that only my eyes were showing. I made sure my gloves were fully pulled up, then I opened my pillowcase ready to fill it.
The kitchen was open plan, joined to the living room. It was pitch black and I strained to see. The television was easy to spot, as it was on standby so the red light was shining. My heart raced as I tried to unplug it and fit it into the pillowcase. Moving my hand along the unit that the TV had been on, I felt a phone. Judging by the shape, it seemed to be an iPhone. Carefully I put it in the pillowcase, freezing as it knocked off the TV.
Holding my breath, I listened for any sign of movement from upstairs, struggling to hear over my pounding heartbeat. Nothing.
Hurriedly, I stuffed and iPod, two laptops, a camera, and some cash into the pillowcase. I knelt on the ground, sifting quickly through the cupboard in the TV unit, heart in my mouth as I knew I was running out of time. After a few seconds I gave up, grabbing my pillowcase and standing up.
And that was when the light switched on.
Standing in the doorway infront of me, with a sweeping brush in one hand and a high heeled shoe in the other, was a girl I knew from school.
I didn't even know who lived here! Of all people, it had to be someone from school.
Dammit Ryder, you've really done it now. You couldn't even do this one simple thing. You had to go and get yourself caught.
I let my eyes run over her features quickly, trying to remember her name.
She had long shiny brown hair that reached her mid back, slightly curly at the ends. Her eyes were green, but not a particularly bright or exciting green. A dark murky green. Her lips were full and red, her skin marked by a few spots on her chin and forehead.
She froze, staring me straight in the eye, then she spoke quietly. The way she spoke was almost sinister.
"I don't know who you are, or why you're here, but I have a mop and a stiletto heel, and I'm not afraid to use them. Get out. Now."
I needed no extra warning. Grabbing my pillowcase, I heaved it over my shoulder and sprinted out of her house.
I ran straight home, shoving the stolen stuff under my bed and changing into grey sweatpants for sleeping. I climbed into bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
What have you done? You idiot. You're a criminal now. Your life will be ruined if anyone finds out about this.
I turned over, trying to stop tormenting myself in my head, but my conscience is right. I've messed up. If this doesn't work, if I get caught, then that's it for me. Done.
Olivia Taylor. I just robbed Olivia Taylor.
I jolted as I remembered her name. She's sort of popular, but just in the small group of friends she hangs out with. Her friends are the popular girls, the guys often talk about them in the changing rooms for P.E.
Brilliant. Just brilliant. Not.
