Hello, my name is Venn… and I am an elf. No not one of those short, pointy eared freaks. I am tall, agile, and not a huge freak. I am a thief, yes I know thief steal, thief bad! But it is not my fault. Actually here is the story of how and why I became what I am.
When I was young, I went to the fanciest school in our small town. My family was the richest on the block. I had everything, clothes, food, shoes, a private bathroom. I felt happy at the time. After a while it was my 8 birthday, I wanted it to be a huge party like the rest of them. My mom said they could not afford due to loss of money. I felt like my whole birthday was ruined. Well, that birthday finished and I became 9 then 10 and so on until I became 12, that is when stuff went down like a flushing toilet.
My dad, the most money filled person I knew, got fired! He was getting, like, a lot of money! "Venn, it's okay, we will find money some how." he kept on saying. Just to tell you, he never got money. Then one morning when I was 14, my father told me to go and get some food from the store. When I asked for the money he told me to steal it… yes steal it. So I had to obey my father… I never ever disobeyed him. I remember walking to the store door with a small pocket knife my dad gave me for my 12 birthday. I pushed open the door and heard the little ding of the bell, that calmed me a little. I knew everyone that ever came here, the workers too. Jolina, my favorite cashier was standing there, finally she said, "Oh, Hey Venn! What can I get ya?" I was speechless for about a minute when I finally said, "Umm, Well… ya about that." , "What, is something wrong?" she said in a face I have to tell the truth to. "My dad, he got fired, and umm, we need some food." I said with a stutter. "Well then buy some, you goof ball!" she said like it was happy time and sunshine. "I need it now, for free." I started to pull the pocket knife out of my pocket when she handed me 10 dollars. She looked sort of blank, almost afraid or something.
I was still looking at her when she just fell over, like literally fell over. At first I thought it was a joke, then she wasn't breathing. I started to cry and cry. I grabbed the phone and called 911. It only took, FOREVER for the people to come! They said she had a "different" type of heart attack, they probably knew it right away they just didn't want to scare me. I am still in the store when a scrawny police officer walks towards me. He softly says in an almost sincere voice, " Do you know what happened?" he said. I noticed him starting to stare at the ten dollars. I just quickly say no before he gets to suspicious, but he keeps on asking questions. He looks like he is trying to avoid saying anything about the money. Then finally he says, "Did you steal that money, young lady?" he looks sort of angry or violent. I am speechless, I cannot talk, he is looking at me like into my soul. I finally can talk after a while and tell him every single detail of what happened. What was I supposed to do, he looked like he could arrest me. Ugh, could this day get worse!?