Cherry. Cherry Robinson is the name. Thieving is the game. Oh, I'm sure you've heard it all before. "There's a thief in Moondrop Valley!" Well, they probably weren't talking about me. You've heard of my father right? Skye, the mystery man? The sleek, shiny, sexy, irresistible to women Skye? Yeah, he's my father. And along this cold hard journey called life, he taught me a couple tricks of the trade. Except, there's a difference. My father wanted to be known as a thief . He wanted it so bad, he warned people ahead of time! It was ridiculous, and stupid. Me on the other hand, I'm different.
For one, I don't warn people, I just, do it. It's not like they're gonna miss anything. I mean, the people this Valley are so dull, they don't know what hit them. I mean, Romana, the old hag, hasn't missed her precious three pink diamond rings yet. There hasn't been a search, and she hasn't even noticed them gone. Sometimes, it makes me wonder if she's even alive. I mean, come on, she has to be at least 100 years old.
My crops are the best in all of the world. Of course, I cook them all before anyone gets to eat them. Prime crop they are. The day before they need to be harvested, I put a sleeping pill in Vesta's water. Then, when Vesta doesn't get up in time, Celia doesn't get up in time. And when Celia doesn't get up, Marlin gets worried and goes straight up to her room. It takes about 2 hours for them to get outside. And they haven't noticed yet. I guess my mother's luck is in my blood, because, my father doesn't seem to have much of it.
I tilt my head up and let out a deep breath. I mean, sure I steal, but, I have to have a cover, right? I put the hoe down and lay down between my uneven tilled spaces, grimacing. "Farmwork is hard," I groan, "I wish I didn't have to do it so much."
I was laying on the ground, watching the clouds, wondering if I would ever find a man
for myself. Silly, I know, but then, almost as if the Goddess was giving me a sign, I heard a voice. I layed there for a little bit longer, and then got up to look at him. He said to me, and I quote, "Hello, do you own this farm? Because, I've got some business with you."
He seemed to look at me intently, stopping on certain places for than longer than needed, especially my breasts, and my lips. He seemed to put his nose up higher, if possible, and crinkled it, like I was some kind of vermin. That was the last straw.
"What do you want you pompous overgrown brat?" I said giving him my death stare. It seemed to scare him because he looked a bit taken aback. He kept backing up until he tripped over a branch. Just the regular snooty rich boy, that's for sure. He looked so pitiful laying there in the dirt. And, what can I say, I'm attracted to rich boys… Well, if you get my drift.
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You don't get it do you.
Imbecile. I meant if I could get him to like me long enough, I can have access to all he's got.