Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Life can change, and yet still remain exactly the same
Fourteen. I’ve still got my mask.
I put on the cutest dress I can find. The purple bandit lives.
I need more sleep, since Erica woke me up in the middle of the night for a party. Hope she leaves me alone.
Broken computers always put her in a bad mood.
I can hear her mumbling to herself.
“I’ll sneak up behind Dani and scare her!”
But I’m already in bed. Her conscience gets the better of her.
Then her spirits lift. There’s still someone else in this house.
“This’ll teach Kimmo to break my computer!”
But he’s asleep too.
“I…just can’t do it.”
She deals with the disappointment the best way she knows how.
“Bleh bleh bleh!”
Friday morning. I’ve got the day off of school.
Time to work off some baby fat. The purple bandit needs to be in shape!
It’s a lot harder than it looks!
“Kimmo, where are those books you wrote! I wanted to read ‘Time Spy’ again.”
Then it’s time for an afternoon jog. I’m going to get into shape if it kills me.
I head for Sam’s house. I’m not prepared for what I find.
“Come in, I guess.” Sam is just standing there thinking about what’s been stolen, all zoned out.
I feel a little guilty.
I make a silly face to distract him, or maybe to distract myself. He makes a face back.
“Bleh bleh!” We both laugh.
I don’t think he suspects me!
Relieved, I start up a conversation about how messy the people are at my house. He tells me his folks leave food sitting out all the time too!
I think we’re on the same page!
You know, he’s more hansom than I remember. I tell him more about what it’s like living with Erica and Kimmo.
“And they never help with my homework!”
He…really seems to understand.
I feel warm and happy. I’ve never had anyone understand me before.
“You’re…a very nice man, Sam”
This is awesome. I have a new friend.
But I can’t be distracted from why I’m here.
I’ve got a job to do. I need this money.
The bathroom’s still dark from when I stole the lights. I nab the sink, toilet, and potty chair. I’ll get the shower later.
Somehow it feels different this time.
I’m on my way out when Sam stops me to confess his love of art.
How could I steal from this guy?
I try to forget about it. He doesn’t know I’m the thief anyway. And if he’s too dumb to figure that out…
“So you like to…paint? Have you ever been to the art gallery?”
“You’re prettier than any picture in the art gallery.”
I go home and dream of cops and robbers.
And I dream of flowers and romance.