Life of April

Clues

Breelle's POV

I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming in frustration. I jumped out of bed. I ran to her room.

"Thousands. Thousands!! " She yelled. I went in her room. Her room was scattered with jewelry and perfumes and her purse looked rummaged through.

"What happened." I said. She looked at me with her mascara smearing.

"Last night when Rex was barking. Fourty three thousand dollars were stolen from us and so was my Cocoa Chanel perfume. Im getting a detective. Right now!" She exclaimed with my father storming right behind her. I sighed.

"Geez. That is a lot of cash gone. At least they didn't tamper with our safe. Our safe has millions." I said sitting on my mom's bed.

Candice

At school I seen a very stressed Breelle. Usually she's the happiest thing moving, not today. I am. And we all know why. I didn't tell anyone about this. Not yet. My so called "best friend" is hanging with Breelle lately. Not that I cared.

When I got home, the house smelled and looked fresh. The couch even got replaced. The paint was redid and our clothes were washed (thank god). I seen everyone sitting down eating chinese food with smiles. I sat down too smiling.

"What's going on?" I asked taking a carton of lomein.

"Omar got a promotion with a bonus of seven hundred dollars. The social worker came and said everything was fine. Marquez sadly moved out but mom is in rehab." Tyler said. I was happy. This means I can spend some of this money.

"Great." I said. "But you know, the iphone 6 came out recently and-"

"Hey we aint got it like that now." April joked. We laughed and continued stuffing our face with food.

I seen Omar on the couch reading the bible when I approached him.

"Hey." I said.

"Oh wassup." He replied.

"Can I go out right quick."

"Go ahead. Be back before 11:15." I nodded and went inside me, Shayla, and April's room. They were asleep so I threw on a long sleeve black T-shirt and jeans and some toms. My hair was pinned back. I put on a hat. Then I took the money out of my shoebox and stuffed it in my purse. I left the house.

I walked a looong time before I went to ammu nation, a local gun shop. There was a man who looked in his early thirties watching me carefully behind the front desk. I walked to him.

"How old are you girl." He asked.

"Old enough." I said.

"What are you looking for? I just stocked up on recent weapons."

"Show me your best brand." He nodded and came out with a big ass grenade launcher. My eyes widened.

"No need something smaller. Like a....carbine rifle with a suppressor and an extended clip." I ordered. He pulled it out, equipped it with bullets and wrapped it up.

"I need your gun license." I sighed.

"Ill pay you double if you just let me buy it as is." He thought for a minute and just gave in.

"Fine." He said. I paid 12,600 dollars for this one gun, lord knows how much a rpg would cost. I put the gun in my bookbag and left.

I knew this guy who shoots commercials at his home and it's huge. I plan on getting a few thousands from this dude.