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The Life of a Thief

Andrew Estep

    The Rose Gold Diamond. The most beautiful gem in the world was on display at the Nickelback City Museum. It sparkled like the stars that shine during the darkest of nights. And they say that if you shine a light on it just right, it will reveal the world’s deepest secrets. So, naturally, most thieves have tried their hands at getting this precious gem of life. And, naturally, every thief failed. That’s how it’s been since the diamond got put on display for the world to see. And the museum itself has the longest streak of captured criminals. But, if anyone was going to end it, it would be me.
    The plan was simple. Make an almost uncannily similar fake gem, to replace the real one.. Then, create a diversion and lead all the security guards into a small little room in the back of the museum and lock the door. Then, when no one is looking, bam! I switch the gems and get off clean. It was so simple! Until, I forgot to switch the damn security lasers. I was right there! The diamond was in my hand! And then came the police sirens. The blue and red lights were shining through the windows. They looked just like Christmas lights that change colors every second.
    I ran. I ran like the wind. I ran so fast I felt like I was flying. Certainly those cops couldn’t catch me, right? Wrong! As I rounded the corner to get to the back door, I saw the end. The police had barricaded the door! And I was literally running into my own demise! I tried to stop but I was running at such a high velocity that my feet wouldn’t slow down. I ran straight into the police, the gem getting knocked out of my hand and rolling to the cops feet. That was the end of the line. I thought I could get away with it, but I didn’t.
    Now I’m stuck here in this smelly cell, inside the Nickelback Penitentiary. I swear this place smells like sweaty socks and rotten eggs all bundled up in a package. It sucks. And I have to stay here for 15 years! It feels like an eternity. But, thus is the life of a thief I guess. Thus is the life.



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