The Thief

The clock struck twelve as she snuck out of the bedroom, as invisible as a chameleon. The tips of her curly chocolate hair reached two inches below her shoulders. The girl's electric blue eyes flickered from side to side, checking for guests patrolling the hallways. The rambunctious laughter of party guests' echoed down the hall. The first set of redwood doors were left ajar and people were talking loudly.

However, only one thought consumed her mind. She reminded herself of this thought by saying, "I better not get caught."

She ducked behind the slightly open doors and scanned for people through the gap. None of the colourfully dressed people seemed to be going anywhere else so she considered herself safe. A relieved sigh escaped her parted lips and she quietly walked in the direction of the living room. However, as she crept around the corner, she didn't notice that the next set of doors were wide open.

She gasped as someone walked out of the doorway, possibly after spotting her shadow. She crouched down and pressed herself against the wall, trying to make herself as small as a mouse. It worked as the person seemingly walked back inside without noticing her and closed the door. The door made a click sound and she knew instantly that it was safe to walk past it.

She was safe. She was lucky. For now.

Suddenly, she heard a creaking noise behind her and she stiffened. Quickly and stealthily, she hid behind a wall, concealed in the shadows. She looked in the direction of the noise. There was nothing there...The young teen shook it off, thinking that she imagined the suspicious noise.

The girl moved back into the main hallway and tiptoed her way down the hall as slow as a sloth since she spotted the living room in the near distance. The floor kept creaking, as if it was attempting to alert other people of her unwelcome presence, and the noise was deafeningly loud.

The living room was a pristine, Heavenly expanse. Every corner, every surface, every edge was cleaner than a person with OCD. The pillows, which were arranged neatly on the sofas, were fluffy, fallen clouds. The television set was gleaming, glimmering, glowing under the golden chandelier. The indoor tree finally made itself visible to her and surrounding it was a large heap of presents, wrapped tightly in red and green.

Spotting the one with her name on it, a smirk crept up her face. She sniggered to herself, thinking aloud, "Well, this was a piece of cake. Certainly made my job a whole lot easier...Didn't even get caught."

"Well, I'd hate to disappoint you Jane," said a familiar, deep voice. Jane knew who it was. She also knew that she was caught.

Well, are you surprised by the ending? I wrote a second part for this story since it was a little bit short, but decided it was better off like this, with an open ending. Hope you enjoyed reading this special Christmas one-shot! :-)