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I DON'T OWN NARUTO OR STEALING HEAVEN THEME
We take turns driving until we get to North Carolina and our place of storage. The storage is where we keep everything that we take. Only ours is a bit different. We park the car a mile away and we walk along weeds and unattended bushes. We jimmy the storage unit we've been borrowing. Mom did some looking around found out it belonged to an old woman who died ten years ago. And her kids for whatever reason, didn't come down and pack it up. So it was like treasure chest find for us. Only the treasure was worthless, again mom checked out the items long ago. I understand why no one would want it anyways. I feel some sympathy cause its like someone's life is placed here and no one seems to think it has value. I guess that is life.
"I swear this couch is getting uglier each time I see it. Im gonna have nightmares about it." Mom said. I can't say I blame her. The couch is ugly. It's bright yellow and had big flower print on it. Im sure bees have mistaken for a flower at some point. The cushions didn't look too bad, but they were obviously worn from use. The houses I have been into seem as if the couches are never sat on so they looked perfect. This one looks as if it has been laid on and sat on. "Here help me sort this out." Mom said. We both sit on the floor putting on our gloves. I look at the stuff we collected and think about what it must be like to call something yours. Mom notices me not really on the planet earth. "Whats going on in that mind of yours? Its not that horrible sofa is it?" She asks jokingly. "Im was just thinking wouldn't it be nice to have something of your own." I ask her. She lets out a sign. "Nobody wants anything like this," she held up a bowl. "that's why it's called crap. Don't worry we'll be somewhere nice soon." She tries comforting me. I couldn't help, but think about Dad.
It was from him that we learned what we know. Mom was a drop out and worked as a server. After she met Dad, she then did a little shopping lifting when they met. Dad pointed out it was a stupid thing to do and pointed out that stores like to make an example out shoplifters. He then introduced her to the art of burglary. When I came along Dad did the targets by himself until Mom complained about being left behind. Then, along came me with them out on targets. Of course, they could have hired a babysitter, but that was obviously out of the question. After all, I was the quiet one, who was stared at carpet. Mom claims it was because of the life-style. I think it's because it was the only thing I ever really knew.
Dad was arrested when I was five. I remember that much. We split-up after hitting some houses in Princeton. Dad was suppose to stash the jewels in the woods that surrounded the houses. It worked to our advantage. And Mom and I head back to the car and drive to a town called Gardendale to meet up with me. Only things didn't go exactly to plan because he never showed up. I didn't even know what happened because the next thing I knew Mom was carrying me to the car and we left. Dad was arrested walking out of the woods plain and simple. We were helpless including that fancy lawyer we got. The police didn't find the jewels, but they found his gear and a heel print at the scene. It was enough to send him to prison. He didn't stay that long. In fact, the last time I heard from him I was about nine, by then he was out of prison by two years. I take back "out of prison", it was more like he broke out and lives…well I don't know. Last, I heard he was Birmingham, but now he could be anywhere. I still got to see him, but we always stayed inside. He claimed he wasn't gonna go back to prison for anyone, including me. He didn't say rudely, but I understood what he meant.
Mom and I are back on the highway less than three hours, heading north again. We stop to switch cars. As a rule, don't ever keep the car after each target. We got some magazines and the paper. I read the paper just so I have some connection to the world. I noticed an article about last night's hit. Henderson claimed that if the dogs hadn't been to vet that day, the thief would've been caught, but we all really know the truth. I laugh out aloud at this. Mom gives me this are-you-crazy look. She wasn't one that liked attention on her unless we needed distraction. Distractions are really not my thing more like Mom's, she was gorgeous. I was just another copy of her only my hair was pink. It ran on my Mom's side so it was rare. Of course, we had to dye it black so I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. We are back in the car. I wondered what she looked like at my age. I stared at her without even realizing it.
"What did you look like at my age?" I ask her. She waves at someone who lets her take their parking spot. "What?" she asks. "Nothing, I just wish I was pretty." I mutter. She hears that. "You are pretty" she counters me. "No, Im not" I counter back. Out of everything that is wrong with my life I major issue was my self-esteem. I obviously don't have any. She pulls into the spot and turns the car off. "Sakura." She says in a tone. She hates it when I down on myself. I stop right there because then it'll become into an argument. We shop for a bit getting new clothes. After a good two hours, we head to the car. "How do you feel about the beach?" she asks me randomly. I give her a you're-weird-look. "Sounds nice." I say. And with that she said nothing else. We got in the car and drove.
Normally, when people use the word beach you think Long Island or Cape Cod. However, being a thief that is exactly where the police expect you to go. A bit too obvious for my liking. She hands me a map and shows me the area where we are heading. A place called Heaven. I couldn't help, but snicker. "Laugh all you want, but this place lives up to it's name." she says. I mean, I'm all for cheesy names, but with a name like it was bound to be a place filled with bed and breakfast places along with boarded up houses. We passed through another town before actually getting to the beach. It better, I thought. I noticed the small beach houses and rentals were very small. I look over and see Mom smiling. Hmmmm. We pass by some more houses and a fire department and turn the corner. I see sign that says Welcome to Heaven. I couldn't help, but think again cheesy.
Mom ended up taking us to an inn that was next to a tourist shop. She explained it was easy because to the many new faces this year. We are set to move in, but we only bring the important stuff in at night. Normally, Mom and I would go out and celebrate at a casino. I take that back actually it's just Mom. I stay behind this time and tell her to be careful. I go back to the inn and unpack everything else. After unpack notice that there isn't anything to eat. That doesn't surprise me. I drive around until I find a supermarket. It doesn't take long considering Mom only eats frozen foods for whatever diet is in demand. I get real food for myself and stopped at the seafood department. I stared at the shrimp. I like shrimp, but was grossed out the fact they were gray before they were cooked.
"They'll steam one if you want." I look over and see a guy next to me, motioning at the woman behind the counter. "You got any mussels back there?" he asks her. She looks at him, rolls her eyes, and walks away. "Rude." He says glancing over at me. "It doesn't even take long. I know guy that catches them. They are really good." He says. I don't recall asking anything. "Uh-huh." Was I all manage to say. He has the most beautiful green ever. It's obvious he was a local. A local with bad hair. I guess he knew I knew he was lying. "Okay so I don't know who really brings them in, but I cant help but feel sorry for them swimming in there waiting for their doom." I was thinking the exact same thing. "So why don't you get one?" I ask. "I worked on a fishing boat for three months. Worse summer ever. Haven't touched one since." "So you want me to eat one cause you feel sorry for them or just to get payback on the worse summer of your life?" I say. He smiles at me. Cute smile too. "Both." I look at the price. Kind of high. "Maybe when im not spending a lot of money, I'll keep that in mind. Or not." I walk off the checkout line. I hear him laugh, which surprises me. He has a nice smile and nice eyes, but that hair? Ha-ha no thanks. Besides, guys are more trouble than they are worth.
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