A/N: If you know me and you're reading this, then you're probably surprised this is not a comedy, right? Yeah, I know. I've been meaning to write a Thuke story for a long time but despite giving it loads of tries I still haven't reached my main goal, I guess. I have had an epiphany about it but, so far, I haven't got around to it. During this last July though, I made three or four of these little very short stories and I decided -now that I've reread them - that it wouldn't hurt to have them published. I count on you guys for reviews and support since I do intend to go on with this for around a few more chapters. I'm posting the first four stories at once -since they are so short - but, please, make sure you give me your opinion on all of them, alright? If you're in the mood for something lighter, please check my other stories; two comedies that go by the name of "Calamity Clarisse" and "Sweet and Corny". I hope you like them as well. :)

1. Stolen

One day a boy stole my wallet and I didn't care.

I did't care because I never found any use for the money in it except that it reminded me of how much my mother praised it, I didn´t care because the boy seemed to have tons of uses for said money and, unlike my mother, he didn't look as if he was going to burn it all in vodka.

I didn't care because the boy looked dirty and hungry and because he was so fast I could never see his face, let alone be angry at him and, most of all I didn't care because, compared to the monsters chasing me and the monster awaiting for me in my own house every afternoon, that boy was harmless.

I did care, however, about how the boy had ran so fast by me and how I hadn't felt anything even slightly similar to a pull from my backpack and how, for only a heartbeat –when I looked back trying to get a glance of the vulture that had just passed – I could have sworn I had seen wings on his feet.

Coming to think of it right now, I don't remember ever missing my wallet or any of its contents.

Funnily enough, I clearly remember how angry I was that I never got to see his face though.

A/N: I'm assuming the pace of all these little drabble-ish stories will go as slow as this one; hopefully the main subject won't stay on their bad parents for a long while since my main focus is their new family, not the ones they were born into. Reviews are VERY appreaciated.