I look all around at the fancy mansion and the gold and white furniture decorating the house. It's difficult to see in the dark, but using a flashlight might set me in danger of getting caught. I have no choice. I was forced to become a robber to make money for my family. The door opens up into an elegant living room with a fireplace and lots of cushions on the floor. There is also a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
I make my way upstairs. There aren't any valuable belongings down here. I let out a sigh and stop in front of a fancy decorated mirror. Shiny black hair falling over my face. Stunning blue eyes. I could've become a model, but the agencies wouldn't let me in. This is the only way to collect money for my father's cancer care. I cross the hallway and stop in front of another wooden door. This one has a gold knob. I turn it and step inside.
The room is all in shades of purple.
I spot a small jewelry box on a desk in the room. This must be a bedroom. There are no people in the room though. I tip toe over to the box and open up the first drawer. I'm greeted with a collection of gold and silver necklaces and bracelets and a bunch of rings.
I pick up the box and turn it over in my hands. I don't know why, but I can't bring myself to steal from this room. This must be a special room for someone.
I sigh and put the box in my bag. I have no choice.
I tiptoe out of the room and head downstairs. I reach the ground floor and walk outside the mansion. I take a deep breath as I walk away from the mansion.
I've done it. Suddenly, the sound of sirens force me to look back. I see a few police cars pull up into the driveway of the mansion. A police officer walks out of the vechile and approaches me. He wears a tight, blue uniform and holds his cap in one hand. "Hands in the air!" he says, pointing his gun at me. I pant and hold my hands in the air as he slowly approaches me.
"Turn around, step away from the bag," he says.
I shake my head and speak, "I have no weapons." "Drop the bag," He commands. The strictness of his tone scares me into another age group and I quickly drop the bag.
He quickly glances over the bag and then looks back at me. "You're under arrest for breaking into this mansion." "I swear! I just wanted to get my money back for the... medicine!"
He scoffs and approaches me with a pair of handcuffs. "Listen, kid. I don't care what meds you need. Breaking into places and stealing isn't the way to get money," He says in a rather concerned tone.
"Yeah, you should be nice about it," a voice says.
I turn around and see a man dressed in a dark blue suit.
He walks towards me with a brisk, proud step. I clear my throat and look away. I recognize this man. It's the man who's mansion I broke into.
