The Thief Club:Meet The Thief Club
* 9:40 AM, June 7*
Grace Harbor sighed as she sat down on her desk waiting for class to start. She glanced at her watch. Five minutes before class began. She wished with all her might that the bell would ring so she could get out of school a little early. Okay, very early considering she was only in third period, but she was already so bored. She was just thinking about skipping when her lime green phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and groaned. Do I have to deal with this? She flipped it open and answered anyway.
“Yello,” she said.
“We got something. Something big. There’s a meeting at Fawns house. Now,” the girl over the phone said. And she hung up. That stupid B. She’s always like that. No, B was not her real name but merely a nickname that the thief club had given her. Calling it a club sounds childish, but it was very serious. Ever heard of Robin Hood? They worked somewhat similar to that. They stole only from rich people and never robbed them dry. Plus most of the time half of their "profits" went to some sort of charity or something. Shoot was in charge of all that. And sometimes grimy, greedy, rotten, rich, people would steal something that they had to steal back, like an abnormally large diamond or something. That was Blades job. All Grace did was follow her orders. They go do their job, whatever their job is, then make a swift exit, grabbing loot for themselves on the way out. Grace, nicknamed Scythe because of the massive scythe she could use, B who used bombs, Blade who used a double edged sword, Tech who was the locksmith and computer genius, and Shoot who used twin guns,(don’t ask how they know how to use those weapons) made up club thief.Now that she thought about it she knew none of their real names. But maybe that was for the best for a dangerous club run by sixteen year olds. She grabbed her bag and put on her roller skates and was almost out of the school when ------
“And just where are you going ?” her teacher Mr. Thomp boomed.
“Sorry!” Grace yelled as she ran out of the building nearly tripping because of her skates. She didn’t hear what he said next but she knew she better think of a really good excuse.“Oh this better be important!” she grumbled to herself. She arrived a minute later at the old shack in a lonely ally. Fawns house. She looked herself down. Dull gray eyes, messy bright pink hair tied up in a bright blue ribbon, a small hang over jacket and a cute shirt with a banana on it, a light blue mini-skirt, and as she put her skates away in her bag, she pulled out and slipped on white flip-flops----not her choice of clothes, it was the school uniform. Yes, she attended a school with a very weird uniform. You shouldn't ask about the pink hair, she lost a bet. She felt embarrassed about going in like that. “Next time I’m bringing my regular outfit in my bag ,”she mumbled knocking on the wall next to the small shack.
“Come in,” said Blade, their leader. She sighed and walked in to see her comrades sitting around a small dirty red rug with a sleeping Fawn in the middle and a spot to the right of Blade saved for her. Grace leaned against the wall. Sitting next to the empty space intended for Grace, sat Shoot. Shoot had her hair up using beads as a hair tie with feathers hanging down , a layered jacket with a small shirt showing her stomach and long pants with four belts with her guns strapped to them, and cute high heels. With blue hair and brown eyes she looked like a cute little girl, not a dangerous thief. Across from Shoot, Tech was wearing an over jacket that had a plain undershirt and long baggy sleeves that covered her hands. She always wore a ring of keys around her neck and whenever she copied a key it would go on her key ring. She had a tight skirt, fishnet stockings and thick shoes. She had purple eyes and blonde and black hair. Next to her, now going up the circle, was B. B and her short dark blue, almost black hair and eyes were the same as always, with one eye covered by her hair. She had a long sleeved shirt on that showed her stomach with a sash and a thick belt with bombs of all sorts. Her pants were long and easy to move in. Fawn was in the middle of the rug licking her reddish paws. Fawn was a stray cat they had found, that Scythe started taking care of. Or maybe Fawn took care of her took care of her. She could be helpful on missions sometimes, and she was always popping up at seemingly random times which always made Grace smile. Blade was at the head of their little circle. Blade’s long hair which she was always dyeing , was now a deep red and she had natural golden eyes. She was wearing a silk sleeveless black top, a torn skirt with a thick belt, and high heeled boots. Her giant double-edged sword was leaning on the wall right next to her. They all stared at Grace.
“Girl, what are you wearing?” Tech snorted. “That’s horrible!”
“Yeah what happened to a baggy sweatshirt three sizes too big and loose jeans, which btw, really isn’t that much better.” Shoot asked. Shoot and Tech the preps-
“Oh shut up,” Grace muttered. “Thanks for calling me in the middle of school by the way,” she added.
“You go to school ?” Blade asked surprised.
“Wow. That’s a shock.” B said. Blade and B the Goths-
“Oh shut up already!!” Grace growled. Scythe the outcast- “Didn’t you say you had important news to tell me?” Grace said tapping her foot impatiently.
“I was getting to that! Now stop,” Blade said taking control.“ Ok, you all know Mike Rodlar, right? Yeah, well there’s a rumor going around that he just stole a very valuable diamond, and I say we go check it out.”
“Where do you hear these rumors?” Tech giggled. Blade gave her a sharp look and she shut up.
“When? And how much?” Grace asked, annoyed.
“Tonight. $359 each.Meeting at the pier would be best. Around 6.
“Fine. Now I have to get back to school, since I actually have a life.” Grace grumbled crankily. Tech snorted a little as she left.
“Oh Scythe, do us all a favor and get some better clothes!” Tech called. Grace wished that they had simply told her over the phone. It would have been so much easier. Grace checked her watch. Snap, she was going to miss her next period. Missing Mr. Thomp’s Art class was ok, but missing Mrs. Callen’s Chemistry class, which just happened to be her next class, was suicide. She was tardy a lot a couple months back, because of some thief club issues. She absolutely needed to make it to school on time or she might be in serious trouble, if they called her dad. “Man I had better not be lat---”
“Scythe!” yelled a voice she immediately recognized and knew wasn’t her friends. Grace almost stopped, but knowing who it really was, she sped up and tried to blend in, as if the nickname meant nothing to her. Maybe, just maybe she would go away and leave her alone. Maybe she wouldn’t notice her. She rounded a corner and stopped.
“Wait did I just call those guys my friends? And did I say she might not notice me? I have pink hair for crying out loud! I must be really losing it. Yep, I’m already talking to myself, so that must be it. I better get to school.” Grace said aloud. Maybe at school she wouldn’t be so crazy. She was almost there. There. School was just around a corner. There. She rounded the corner and bumped right into her. Oh crap. Trouble. The other girl smiled. This might be fun.
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