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Rebellious kids, don't you hate them? But what happens if one of said rebellious kids has parents that are worldwide-wanted criminals? Well then… welcome to my world!

I've been a relatively ‘good kid’ my whole life, because I like to earn my own money and not take other people’s earned cash. How does the child of two worldwide-wanted criminals earn money you ask? Well, they use anonymous online jobs, thankfully, being a master of coding means you can do that. But… my parents don't support my choices, and want me to join ‘the family business’ and ‘not waste my talents’, so they force me to hack systems for them.

But today is the day when I escape my prison, also known as, my parent’s house. My plan is to do it when they've gone on a heist to steal some other insanely valuable object or to topple some wealthy company (sometimes both if they're bored).

“We'll see you when we get back from our ‘trip’.” My father told me.

“Yeah, I got it.” I replied while on my phone trying to look bored as I surfed the web.

When they both left the house, I waited a few minutes then jumped out of my seat, dropped my phone on the counter and sprinted upstairs to quickly pack my belongings before they could get back.

I rummaged through my drawers, picking three outfits to have variety in my clothing and a USB containing all the info on my parents storehouses (was a pain to gather) to use against them.

After I finished up there I grabbed my backpack and shoved the clothes in, I put the USB in my pocket and went about selecting what and what not to bring with me. I grabbed my tablet and charger so I could do work on the move, my ‘lucky charm’, which was two bullets that had collided tip-to-tip and compressed into each other, creating a sort of chaotic beauty, which had also been attached to a string so it could be a necklace.

I ran to grab some stacks of money, but stopped and tossed it all in the fire (was stolen money anyway), I then decided to just take the money I had earned. So I ran to one of the cabinets in the kitchen and ripped out one of the drawers, behind it was the money I earned, only 100K dollars left in it. I grabbed money and stuffed it in my bag.

As I was thinking about what else to bring, I realized I wouldn't make it far unless I caused some sort of distraction, (one of the few good things I learned from my parents) so I activated all the fires, tore down the draped curtains and put one and in the fire and the other end by something explosive (they were always nearby, as they didn't want anyone getting inside).

After I had done that I snatched my phone off the counter, grabbed my charger, a razor sharp knife, a Glock G19 with 7 extra magazines, a Mossberg tactical shotgun with 25 shells and an assault rifle with 5 thirty round magazines, I put the guns and ammunition into a duffel bag.

I then ran out of the house and got a safe distance away, then I turned one last time to my house, contemplating on my actions and their consequences, doubting if this was the best way to go.

“Stop trying to go back, you've made your choice and no one knows better than you that you didn't fit there. Just continue on as you had planned, now that you can't go back.” I said to myself.

Right before I turned around to walk away, explosions shook the ground from the bombs in the house, several parts of the house collapsed in on itself and it erupted into a column of fire. I ran from there, so that I can get as far away from there as possible.

Several hours later, I was going over the data on the USB in a cafe when the news turned on, it was just the usual drone of unimportant things going on. But I was listening for something, then I heard it. “Earlier today, a massive explosion took down the mansion situated nearby to the biggest city in the country.”

“The investigation into the cause has discovered the remains of many priceless and stolen artifacts,” the new reporter stated. “but as of yet, no bodies have been found, as the entire structure has collapsed upon itself.”

I smirked, as I put the USB away, the tablet in my backpack, swung the duffel and my backpack onto my shoulders and walked out. Now I go and tell everyone how to bring down my parents.


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