Chapter Nine - Plans.

P.O.V OF NANCY FREAK.

Her parents arrived back from their honeymoon late. They missed her birthday. The poor girl.

What if you were the girl??!? I will never trust my parents. NEVER. If I... Just for example.. Might... Borrow something, without asking.... You know, just rent it out from a shop.. Without... Paying, I will bring this up!! ''I can't trust you! Why should you be able to trust me?? It's your fault!'' Anything to make myself feel better. From the guilt.

Mum and Dad were sleeping.

And I was downstairs, eating Icecream fro breakfast, which I 'Shouldnt be doing first thing in the morning' according to Mum.... Peh, Old people!

I watched about four shows I shouldnt have...

I wasnt scared, or amused. I smiled to think I was doing something my parents didnt agree with.

Happily. As the morning progressed, I could hear my parents get up, and quickly switched channels,

Thats better.
''Nance!!!'' I heard my Mum call from upstairs,
''I've made you some breakfast!!'' I didnt move, but called back,
''Urmmm.. I already had some.... Cereal!''
''Hun, there's none left.''
''Ya, coz I finished it!'' I sighed at the stupidity of my mother, why couldnt she understand! She was a child once, right?
''Look,'' Mum yelled,
''Im feeling really sick today, all this week in fact, so could you stop being a pain, and just give me a break, please hunny.'' I thought about it,
''Why?''
''Well.... I think you might like to see the art museum, there's some amazing pictures you would love!'' She called, completely blanking my question.
''Fine!'' I yelled,
''I'll go to your stupid 'museum' and I'll look at your stupid 'Art,' and with that I exited through the back door, ignoring the sympathetic sighs of my mother,
''Oh, you are so like Rose'', and  ''Darling please wait!'' Ect..

I stared around at the museum, Art.... Sculptures littering every space avalible, photographs lining the walls with shiny beautiful faces, and the paintings, there was nothing I wouldnt do to get my hands on those paintings..... Nothing.....

I stared at the most beautiful pictures, trying to concoct a plan.
A woman walked past with her friend,
''Oh, yes, the security is terrible, the guards keep getting Ill, and having time off, George is on holiday, and Ben has to stand in!! I bet he wont even look around, he'll just Peep in and then go off to his poker party.'' The people walked away, and I hatched a plan.

I stayed at the museum for the rest of the day, admiring the paintings, and generally picking out my favorites.

at seven o'clock, I sat down on the leather bench and appered to be looking around at the art, what I was really doing, was checking that all the guests had gone. All clear.

I casually lay down on the sofa, 'tired.'

I then 'went to sleep,' heh. I listened intently, and opened my eyes, very slightly.

The security guard, who was otherwise known as Ben, looked in through the door, and then exited the room,
'yes' I hissed under my breath, smelling victory, and leather of course.

I was then left alone in the empty museum, at nine o'clock at night, I figured I had done all I needed to, and I went to claim my gold.