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Summary: A story about a child who doesn't have a mom or dad and steals things. He decided to break into someone's house and live in the basement....
BUT HOW?

Part 1--I entered the 7 Eleven and sneaked inside. I took a coke, gum, and a granola bar. I quickly tiptoed outsided, putting the stuff into my pocket. I ran as fast as I can outside.
"You're stealing that!" a person shouted. I pointed my gun at him as a reply of danger. He went away, afraid.
I entered to my hideout. It was a furniture store. I never go there unless its closed. I sneak out the backdoor, even if its locked, I kicked it. The door went open. I quickly went upstairs where no one looks. I ate my granola bar and rested onto one of the couches.
Part 2--Someone opened the light which made me wake up. I saw a person downstairs. I quickly ran, but obviously not downstairs. I waited for the person to go and quickly went downstairs and pretended to be one of the costumers.
"Hey, need any help?" the person asked. He sees me everyday.... but doesn't get why I am REALLY here.
"No, I am about to leave." I ran away through the door.
I admit, I am not the nicest kid... I am a thief.... and that's not good.

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