The Thief.

Chapter 1: 'I mean I could but why would I want to?'

'Babyyyy' I screamed for the fifth time today down the phone to my best friend of five years, Natalie.

I screamed 'babyyy' because it annoys the hell out of her, now tell me what type of a best friend would I be if I didn't call her regularly at 7:30 am every morning as her personal alarm clock?

Exactly. Point proven.

' uhh ghhh Hans aushshsh' she replied. Clearly not in the mood I just decided to keep singing more songs that annoyed her.

'Walked in this party, all these girls look at me, skinny jeans on and you know my hairs nappy ey,ey , ey, ey , ok , ok I want you do do this dance now: juju on dat beat, juju on dat beat, juju on dat beat, juju on dat beat!' I exclaimed down the phone very loudly may I add. Hehehehe.

'Shahs grrrr ughssj bleu' she said once again. Oh well time for the big guns. Pow pow pow. Sorry. Continuing, 'shimmy shimmy ey shimmy ey shimmy ahh, drank, swallla drink, swalla-la'.

'I hate you Rosalie. With the bottom of my cold, dead , ruthless heart, why don't you just leave me alone!'She said in a deadpan tone. I screamed with joy and happiness, she was finally awake, yes I know she verbally abused me but hey, at least she's awake.

'I mean I could, but why would I want to?' I sang in my morning voice. Que the sad music in background when you realise a donkey sings better than you. Awww. Not fair.

'Natalie?' I said in a small voice, knowing that she'd fall straight into my trap, and laughed very evilly internally.

She immediately noticed the change in my tone and sobered up completely getting worried pretty quickly. I immediately felt bad for doing this to her and just decided to give her a chunk of the truth of what happened last night.

'Yes, Rosie I wasn't being nice, I'm sorry, now what's up?' She asked me all in one go, making me have to repeat the conversation in my head and mentally preparing my self for the torture that is called: Natalie the nosey noose.

Now if you knew me pretty well, which a lot of you don't, you will know I love alliteration for example: Two Tiny Tigers Took Two Taxis To Town. Read that 5 times fast. Anyhoo, yes I love alliteration and I only use it in dire times for example when I am sad, in need of comfort or just being generally upset I will use alliteration and that person will now that I am not doing to good if they know me pretty well.

'Natalie Nosey Noose?' I said and could feel the gears spinning in her brain over the phone, I know bestie goals. She replied with ending the call abruptly only to text me five seconds later to 'come and meet her at Starbucks' to which I gladly replied with a 'yessss' because let's be frank I hate coffee but love the java chip latte so bite me, actually don't that's gonna be pretty gross and awkward for both me and you. I put my 'brick-phone' away and getting up out of my bed and quickly made it before walking to the other side of the corridor and waking my older brother, Dylan, up he only took a while to get up and I quickly walked to the bathroom and got changed as I had to go to school at 9 'o' clock and I can't be late.

My school uniform was basic. Like me. Ha. Ha. Ha. I put on my button down white t-shirt and pulled my skirt up my legs, once I had done that I decided that since it was Monday I would wear my hair in a Dutch braid going down from my forehead to the bottom near my back. I also accessorised with a rose gold watch, some gold plated diamond earrings (fake obviously), and accompanied it all with knee-high white socks with a black drawstring around the edge with a little bow on the centre. Idecided to wear a bit of makeup, deciding to go heavy on the eyes but quite light on the lips. After I was happy with the look I accompanied it with my black backpack and went down stairs feeling quite productive and happy, I quickly walked outside not wanting to see my mom or her boyfriend for personal reasons.

I walked to Starbucks feeling refreshed and I saw Natalie standing there looking down on her phone angrily.

'Hey Natalie, how have you been, I haven't seen you all weekend!' I said walking up to her and hugging me.

Now Natalie, let me get this straight, was the definition of stunning. With her pale Snow White complexion and her raven black hair,big blue doe eyes, and pomegranate-red lips, any and every guy was falling head over heels for her. Literally.

Today she has gone the extra mile she was wearing: the same uniform as me but with a little twist: she made the skirt a bit shorter, the shirt a bit tighter and the socks highlighted her defined calf-bones. Now Natalie wasn't one of those ' oh I'm bad and I'm gonna skive school kind of girls, she just liked to annoy teachers to be honest. She had a boyfriend Chad, with whom she was very much in love with but was shy to tell him, no matter how persistent I was or am.

She hugged me back and before I could pull away she whacked me on the back 'oof' I groaned in pain whilst she looked in satisfaction. She's my best friend what can I say?

I can say a few things for example: HELP ME GOD FROM THE HUMAN THAT IS NATALIE!

Anyhoo,

'What happened?'
'Why didn't you call me sooner?'
'I thought we were friends?'
'Why is it that I'm always blurting stuff to you, but you don't tell me a single thing?'

I could drone on and on and on about all the questions she asked but I don't think that, that would be fair on all of you lovely people.

Instead of answering her questions I walked straight to the counter and ordered: a java chip latte with a milk chocolate cookie, and also a black coffee with a pump of cream and a spoon of sugar. After paying with the few bits and bobs of cash that I had, I walked over to a table and calmly started drinking my latte and munching on my cookie.

'Ooh' I moaned closing my eyes and thanking the heavens that this stuff was made. I mean if a guy gave me a box of cookies, then he could have me. Just joking. Stranger danger. Be aware kids, the world we live in is so dangerous.

'What happened to you?!?!' Natalie screamed from the seat which she just sat in that was sat opposite me.

'Nothing' I replied in a monotonous tone making sure that it didn't sound too suspicious.

'You have an hour to tell me or god help me, Rosalie Adams you will not live to see your 16th birthday and I mean it!' She exclaimed angrily.

Oh gosh. Today is going to be a long, long, long day.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Okay guys, it is now 04:11 am in England and I got the inspiration for this story, I'm going to try and keep on writing this story as I like the plot I have created. Not bad for a first chapter tho right?

Peace out. Byeeee.