Rolling over in her stolen sleeping bag, Tilly sighed and pulled it up closer to her. She was freezing, it had to be early in the morning, it was still dark out. Opening her eyes she realize this, and jumped up out of her sleeping bag.<span style="font-style: italic">Perfect</span>She thought to herself, grabbing all of her stuff, consiting of the sleeping bag, exta jackets, and her cardboard box that she used as a matress. She pulled out her little baggie that held some pills. She looked around and found a nice rock and began smashing the pills in the bag.<span style="font-style: italic">I hate doing it this way</span>She continued smashing them until they turned into a nice clean powder. Opening the bag and pouring out the powder onto her cardboard she began to line them up into large straight lines. Crouching down ontop of them, she put her nose to them and began sniffing. Holding one nostril closed she took a big sniff and sucked the powder into her nose. Closing her eyes and exhaleing, she felt the speed hit her blood stream. She sat there with her eyes closed, in bliss, then sighed knowing she had a job to do. She put everything in her sleeping bag and stuffed it behind the huge garbage dumpster in "her" alley. Stretching she looked around, and began her trek.<br/><br/>Walking down La. Brea Ave, she headed for the residental district. Making a few turns she ended up on a new street that she haden't been on yet. Smileing she continued walking looking at the large houses, sizing them up. Still feeling her high, she found the perfect house. It was large and looked like some very well off people lived there. There was a basket ball net above the garage, meaning they had children, meaning better things to steal.<br/><br/>Walking up the grass, she looked around the house, looking for an easy way in. Finding a low window, she walked up to it and yanked the screen away from the window and pushed the window open. She jumped up and quietly pulled herself into the house. Looking around she found herself in the laundry room.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmmmm</span>she looked around and grabbed some clean shirts and stuffed them into her sweater. Making her way through the house she made it to the living room.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh my God! I hit it big!</span>she felt herself begin to buzz with excitement. Quickly making her way to the entertainment station, she grabbed up the Wii that sat with a bunch of games. Looking around she saw one of those reusable shopping bags on a table and threw them in. She then saw their collection of blue-rays, and emptied them out.<br/><br/>Knowing when to stop, she turned quickly on her heals and started to head for the laundry room, when a light flashed on in the upstairs hall.<span style="font-style: italic">SHIT!</span>she began paniking and bolted for the laundry room. She slid into the closet and crouched down trying to hid herself. Listening intently she heard someone in the kitchen, grabbing a drink, then heading back upstairs. She sat still for a few moments, letting her heartbeat slow, before bolting for the window. She tossed her goods out and then jumped out herself. Casually walking away from the house and down the street, she swore. Her buzz was gone,<span style="font-style: italic">good this i have these</span>she thought as she headed for a pawn shop to sell the goods, so she could get some meth.