Manuel's house was a second home to Parker. Parker liked Manuel because he was easily manipulated. If Parker needed anything done, Manuel would do it. Manuel had quite the juvenile record. Most of it was Parker related.
Manuel lived with his father in his mother's house. Parker envyed Manuel to some extint. His mother was dead, she'd never leave her son like his mother did. And Manuel's house had so many cutting edge electronics and large jewelry items. Sometimes, Parker itched to take one.
Parker was pretty sure Manuel was his cousin. Even though Parker's grandmother never talked about her sister any more, her pictures still hung on the walls. She shared too many physical characterists to Manuel's mom to not be related.
Even with a family connection, Parker reasoned, the belongings were fair game. After all, family connection never worked for his grandmother. Parker stole from her frequently. Parker planned the grab well, something he learned from the streets. After Manuel left for the bedroom, Parker sprung in to action. Each step took him closer and closer to satisfying his "itch," a gold plated box on his father's night stand.
"Not so fast," Manuel's father voice boomed. Parker stopped dead center. He'd never been caught before. "You can't steal from a theif," he said, blocking Parker's path. With a quick lecture, Parker was kicked out of Manuel's house. He'd get that box if it was the last thing he'd do.
In true Parker fashion, he didn't go home.
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