The Life of a Fifth Teen Year Old Thief

Summary: The Borgia took my parents' lives away. Because of them, my brother, my sister, and I are practically homeless. So I became a thief- a thief that will avenge my parents.

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I casually walked down the busy streets of Roma (Rome). Carefully and swiftly, I snatched an apple from one of the market stands. I put it in my coinless pocket. I've been meaning to give my little sister, Daniela, a little treat. Next on my agenda was to get some florins (Italian money). I see a rich-looking man walking down the street with a beautiful woman whom is probably his wife.

Perfect. Those types of people always are carrying around tons of florins.

I a line myself near the man and casually shoved past him as my hand swiftly went into his pocket, grabbing his coins, and back into my pocket.

"Oh, we just have to buy this." I hear the woman said as I walked further away.

"Ok," The man said. "Wait my florins! They're all gone!"

I look back partly grinning as I see the man's expression. I continue on back to my house. Now, now I know what you're thinking. What kind of person is stealing food and money like this! Well, a poor person that's who. Maybe if I tell you the story of my parents' death you'll get a better idea of how I become to this.

It was a lovely evening in our little cozy home. My father was telling his usual, exciting stories to Daniela who was six years old at the time. Daniela squealed in excitement. My mother smiled at the two as she cooked dinner. Marco, my older brother who was sixteen then, was teaching me some defense techniques for Italia (Italy) was getting more dangerous every day.

Why? You may ask. Borgia, that's why. It's a terrible organization that's taking over most of Italia. Luckily there are assassins whom are trying to stop the Borgia. My parents and the rest of our village supported them greatly. My parents held celebrations for the assassins. They actually did come once or twice before. Our village was thrilled. Then one day, the Borgia threatened my parents and some of the other villagers to stop supporting the assassins or face the consequences. My parents and the other villagers did not listen for they had faith in the assassins.

"Marco! Marco! We have to go outside and play!" Daniela begged Marco after hearing Father's story.

"I'm busy, Daniela." Marco said showing me another defense move.

"Oh, please Marco?" Daniela begged more.

"Ah, ok. For a little while." Marco said.

Daniela squealed and raced towards the back door. She was gone in a flash. My parents and I laughed as Marco sighed and left.

"Daniela is such a divertente (funny) little thing." Mother said as she finished dinner.

"Si (Yes), I can't wait to see how she grows up." Father chuckled.

I sat down in the comfy chair and wiped my sweaty face. Practicing defense moves gives you a great workout!

"AHHHHH! The Borgia! The Borgia!"

I shot up and said "That sounds like our vicino (neighbor)!"

Then we heard more screaming and crashes. Mother looked out the window and gasped.

"Anna, what's going on?" Father asked coming over towards her quickly.

"The Borgia is here!" Mother said and put her hands over her mouth scared.

"Rita! Go get your brother and sister!" Father yelled as he grabbed Mother's hand and ran for the back door.

I ran towards the back door with them afraid that Marco and Daniela would be harmed.

"Father! The Borgia!" Marco yelled as he came through the door with Daniela.

"We know! Andare (Go)!" Father shouted as he shoved everyone towards the back door.

CRASH!

Our door was knocked down and I saw Borgia soldiers, along with a general of some sort, come in.

"Anna and Angelo, you did not listen to me." The general glared at my parents.

Marco got outside with Daniela but I stayed.

"Rita leave! Ora (Now)!" Father said protecting my mother.

That's when I saw the sight that I'll never be able to forget in my mind…ever. The general ran up to my parents and stabbed them both with his huge sword. They fell to the ground…dead.

"NOOOOOO!" I burst out in tears.

The general looked up at me with an evil smirk. The soliders advanced towards me but I was already out the door trying to run away from this horrible nightmare.

"Rita!" Marco said grabbing my hand while carrying a crying Daniela.

We all sobbed as we ran. I glanced back at my village one last time. It was in flames, trashed, and dead bodies everywhere.

Here we are two years later. Marco, Daniela, and I live in an old rugged shack squeezed between buildings in Roma. Marco works as a farmer, barely making enough florins to pay our rent and buy food and clothing. We became desperate so Marco taught me how to pickpocket when we moved into our shack. I've became a master at pick pocketing. I usually stay home and take care of Daniela when Marco's working but sometimes I'll have to go out and pick pocket or steal some fruit.

Daniela can't quite remember Mother and Father since she was six when they died but she has a vision of them. Marco basically became our new father. He keeps an eye on us and tells us what to do. But it's all to keep us alive so I don't complain. Daniela does complain though since she still doesn't quite understand what situation we're in here.

Anyways, time to continue the story now that you understand my problem. I had a long walk to get back to the shack. Luckily, I know my way around Roma pretty well. I kind of have to if I want to escape and hide if I ever get caught which I haven't so far. I look back and see the man I pick pocket staring at me and following me. I got all nervous.

Did he find out? No, no he couldn't have.

So I just continue my walk back home. A couple minutes later, I check to see if he might be following me. Again, he's staring at me and following. That's when I knew I had to run. I ran and look back to see the man running also. I take a quick turn into an alley and come out. I see a pile of hay and jump in it.

Ching!

Someone grabbed a hold of me and held a knife to my throat. I look up to see an assassin. The assassin quickly lets go of me and puts his knife away.

"Perdomatemi mam (Pardon me mam). I thought you were some guards who became suspicious of me." The assassin explained grinning.

I just nodded still shocked that a knife was near my throat.

"So tell me, what made you jump into this pile of hay?" The assassin asked laying back.

"Well, I pick pocket a rich man and I believe he was following me so I hid in here." I explained nervously.

The assassin chuckled then asked "Now why would a little girl like you be pick pocketing?"

"I'm not a little girl! I'm fifth teen." I said crossing my arms.

"Oh mi sucsi (excuse me)." The assassin said sarcastically. "So why are you pick pocketing again?"

"Um, the Borgia killed my parents. So it's kind of rough for me and my fratelli (siblings) right now." I explained looking down for I was afraid I would cry if I didn't.

"Oh, I'm deeply scusa (sorry) about that. Well, I'm sure I'll see you around then." The assassin said. "By the way. My name is Ezio Auditore. Yours?"

"Rita Rizzo." I said.

"See you around, Rita." Ezio grinned then swiftly left the hay.

I hear some people gasp when Ezio left. I sighed and lay back in the soft hay.