Following in Your Foosteps

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(From the head of an 8th grader bored in Language Arts Class....)

I had been told many times about why my mom was in jail. Even being seven at the time I knew that the only reason she got put in jail was because she got caught. I first started stealing when I was seven. I was never caught. I still remember my first successful steal...

Lucille Caprell's birthday party. She was a friend who was turning eight. I, even being seven, was super sneaky.

I quietly snuck into the kitchen in her house. Walking carefully, I opened the refrigerator door. Setting there was the first cake I had ever seen. One tier, pink frosting, and sprinkles! I couldn't just leave it there! I slowly slid it out of the fridge and walked out of the door unnoticed. Quickly, but careful not to drop it, I ran over to Charlie's house and we ate it.

Charlie had been my best friend and partner in crime for as long as I can remember. Charlie's first steal with me was my favorite.

We were both nine years old. My grandparents were out of town. They left Charlie and me with Cassie, THE BABYSITTER!!! Not that she was a bad babysitter. She let us have free reign. She made it crazy easy to steal while she was around.

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We snuck into the room where my grandma kept her golden statue of a cat. It wasn't fake gold like the others. It was real. Now, Charlie and I heaved it onto the cart and rolled it down the hall, out the door, and down the street to the pawn shop. We both got two thousand dollars! I never told anyone, neither did Charlie. Right after we received it, we booked a plane to Wyoming. You may be asking why a couple of nine year old children were going to Wyoming unsupervised. You will find out soon enough. In Wyoming we almost got captured by the police. The first time was when we were ten. We robbed a jewelry store and Charlie had to stop and pet the 'pretty kitty '. The second time we were eleven and Charlie decided to cheat at bot fighting. We only cheated at like one hundred five games. At least we didn't get caught by the police. Yep... this is my life.

Charlie had an idea when we were eleven. We were going to pull off the biggest heist in history. Since it was for my mom we were calling it the Footstep Heist. Our plan was to lay low in Wyoming. Then for my thirteenth year of life we were going to talk to my mom, in prison. We would plan out how to make a jailbreak. Finally, on my fourteenth birthday, we would be free!

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We had broken into many detention centers in Wyoming. I was able to narrow our options down to three places: Misty's, Sincrone Medical, and Carmen Santerre's. "Where to?", Charlie asked. I sat for a moment before answering,"Sincrone Medical".

(And this is where I stopped writing. I believe I got writer's block or I was just being impatient, as I usually get when writing. As silly as it is to read this now and how many things I could have went into detail on, or put together. I am glad that I came back to it and want to rewrite it. Please Enjoy. :)  )