If I was to ever say I was in a bad spot. It would have to be right now. I was standing on the side of a building, on a very small ledge. I knew I was in trouble. But not too much, yet. The police hadn't found me yet. I carefully made my way to a larger ledge. It was risky because it was on the corner of the building and much more visible. But I was careful. I crouched down and put my hands on the edge and swung down. So I was hanging from the ledge. I swung slightly and let go. I gracefully landed on an identical ledge under me. I grinned.
My bag had a very rare gem inside of it. I didn't plan on keeping the gem though. I planned on selling it on the black market. Even though I wouldn't get full price for it, I could get a couple million at least for it. So I was content, since it would be free for me.
I kept going down the ledges, until I made it to the ground. Once I was there, I carefully made it into the bushes. I knew the police might not have even known I had been at the crime scene, although my famous trademark would be there when they got to where the gem used to reside.
My trademark was a heart, with a crown on it. My thief name was, of course, the queen of hearts. Although on the news, they sometimes called me The Magician Queen. Since they could swear only magic would allow me to get away with what I got away with.
I made it through the woods easily. I had changed out of my thief outfit. That outfit was a red heart shaped halter top, and black tight pants. They were flexible and skin tight. I also wore black gloves. I wore a mask. It was a soft female face, with black eyes. Like a princess, or other royalty.
I changed out of it, and left the woods with my backpack. I looked like a normal school girl now. I wore jeans and a tee shirt, with a zip up sweat shirt. Just another commoner. Which was on purpose. I needed to look normal, and not like I had a 100 million dollar gem in my bag.
I soon made it to my estate. It was just a manor, an empty manor. My parents, well my father was dead and my mother. Well who knows where she ever was. I hadn't seen her in over 2 years. But she did send money and cards on my birthday and Christmas. And she kept money in the bank account to pay for the house and food, so I didn't care much to where she was.
I went inside and was instantly greeted. I smiled and looked at my dachshund . He was the cutest thing ever. Well in my opinion. He was always happy to see me and a good companion to have at home.
"Hey Slink! Do you want some dinner?" I asked the small dog.
He barked happily in reply. I smiled and laughed some. I went out to the kitchen just putting the bag on the table carelessly. I then got the dog food, filled Slinky's bowl and let him eat. I got out a can of cat food and hit the top a couple of times.
"Oscar! Her kitty!" I called out.
Within a moment or so an orange cat walked into the kitchen. He looked tired. He was quite lazy. But a good cuddlier. I smiled and put his full food dish on the counter. He hopped up and started eating. I pet him, and then went over to my bag. I picked it up and left the kitchen.
I went upstairs. I went to a door half way down the hall. It was a closet, until I put a code into what looked like a simple code box. But the code was a lot more complicated. And when I finished, the whole wall opened. I walked into a large room.
The room was my thief room. It was filled with treasures and gadgets that I used. Anything that would connect me to the queen of hearts was in that room. I put the bag down and pulled out the rather large gem. I found a place for it in a gem cabinet and put it down. I then hung up my outfit and left the room. I sealed it once again.
I sighed and yawned. I was tired. It was almost 2 in the morning, and I had school in the morning.
I was a freshman in high school. And I was going to some snotty school. It was called Ouran High School, the private school. It was filled with rich people. And as far as anyone else needed to know, I was a rich person too. Well technically I was rich, but not the same way as everyone else.
My mother was a famous thief, and now I was one too. That's how we were so rich. We stole things and sold it on the black market. Or to a foreign country. Whatever we could get away with. So far neither of us had been caught.
I made it to my room that was in a large room upstairs, basically the attic. But it was beautiful and had a balcony. So that's where I liked to stay. I took a shower in my bathroom, before getting into pjs and crawling into bed. I knew I was going to be absolutely exhausted in the morning.
But that was alright. I could be cranky at school. Most people didn't even try talking to me. They found me intimidating. But maybe not wearing the uniform and wearing punk clothes didn't help any. It seemed to make the rich snobs at the school nervous.
I didn't think about it too much, because I soon fell asleep. Tomorrow I had an interesting plan. One to help me blend it much more than I was. Or maybe not, who knows.
