No+Way+Out,+Proud

Even though my parents told me never to go to the old Smith house, I couldn't resist. My friends had dared me to sneak in and I heard there was money in there. I loved money.

The night I snuck in, I left my friends waiting for me in the bushes while I climbed in a window. I had not idea that they had left me there until it was too late.

Almost as soon as I broke in, I found a huge sack of money behind the wooden closet. It was dark and I could barely see anything. I squinted my eyes in the dark, I looked left and right. No one. I quickly grabbed the money and held it tightly against my chest. I didn’t know where to go; it was too dark. With one arm out and one arm protecting the bag of cash, I waved my hands around to feel my way through the dark room.

Unfortunately, waving my hand around and trying to find my way out didn’t work as well as I thought it would have. So I had to use my senses and follow my gut. While walking through the dark room I heard a sound from behind. I quickly tiptoed to find my way before I was caught out but I couldn't find the exit.

Now I heard whispers. They were getting louder and louder.

“That’s not your money, put it back. Put it back!” a voice chanted above the whispers.

“I wouldn’t take it if I were you,” another voice added.

I knew in my head that I should put the money back. It wasn't mine, after all, but I wasn’t that type of person. I was a selfish little brat who wanted everything to herself. So instead of putting it back I started running towards the door and I finally found it.

It was easy to find because I saw a bright shiny light that said, ‘EXIT’. It was a distance away but at least I could see where I was going. I ran for my life. I couldn’t stop running. I had a grin on my face; all I could think of what could I spend that money on. Thinking about all that money kept me going. I was so delighted with myself. Even my parents couldn't be mad at me for this. I would buy them something nice and they would thank me and leave me alone.

I ran as fast as I could; I felt like an olympic runner. The thought of that money made me move swiftly and I was just a few seconds away from the sign, when suddenly a tall thin man wearing a black suit stepped out into my path; he stood right in front of the door. I was trapped. There was no other way to escape.

The tall thin man leaned over me and said, “Little girl, I don’t think that belongs to you.”