First Person POV

I still remember that day. That day that my mother died. I know you may be thinking. "Oh that is so sad I feel so bad for you". But honestly, I am happy. You see my sister always bullied me at home and at school. My mom, she treated me like I was her maid. Well, my dad, he died when I was 3. Let me tell you what happened that day.

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"Keep on cleaning you little brat" My mom yelled

"Why should I" Retorted back

"Becuase you are nothing just a maid nothing else," My mom said. And then she hit me. She was about to do it again when a robber came into the house. He quickly took out his gun and pointed it at me and my mom. "Give me all of you belongs NOW," He said calmly.

"O..O..O..OK...OK....Okay" My mother stuttered out. She quickly handed over her watch and all of her belongs. But she did hide one thing and I saw. I knew this was my chance to get out my misery and just told the robber "She still has something" Before you could say mouse he questioned her about and she lied. But for some odd reason, he believed me and boom my mother was dead. I let him raid the house then I asked: "Can I come with you?"

"Sure!" is all he said. That my friends is how I became one of the most wanted criminals in the whole entire world.

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