So I had to get candy at all costs or else I wouldn’t get any, being in 7th grade at the time I thought that the candy was a pretty big deal. Growing impatient I started to pull on his locker to open it thinking that nobody could see me as there was a large crowd of people around me waiting for candy also. I pried the locker open and everyone stampeded towards the backpack …show more content…
Previously that week he had been handing out candy to people and I hadn’t gotten any yet. So after lunch I decided it was a good time to go and get some candy. There was a large crowd of kids surrounding his locker waiting for him to get back from lunch. I was one of them. I made my way through the students to the locker. I decided that the teachers couldn’t see me so started prying at the locker which was jammed with old coats and lots of trash so it wasn’t properly latched shut. I pulled hard then suddenly the locker burst open and i began grabbing candy. The other students did the same as they stampeded towards the locker grabbing every last bit of candy in the locker. I crawled out from the crowd of students with candy in my pockets and I wasn’t worried about getting in trouble as I wasn’t going to be at school the next day because I was going to …show more content…
and I was anxiously waiting for the bell to ring at 3:00 P.M. then I could start my short walk home. When the bell rang I slowly got up and grabbed my heavy backpack filled with books and binders. I notified the principal that I was leaving and walked out the doors. As I slowly walked down the plain gray sidewalk I had pity towards myself for my actions. When I got home I went right up to my bedroom and got under my large warm covers. Waiting for the merciless punishments that were to come in the next hour. I wondered what drove me to make the decisions that I did. As my mom walked through the screeching garage door I prepared for the worst. Then to my surprise my mom calmly instructed me to come downstairs. I did as she directed and went downstairs. I shuffled over to her and she asked me to sit down. I sat down right next to her on our dark green couch. She uttered to me asking why I would do something terrible like had done. I mumbled “ I don’t know.” She mentioned how I used to be such a great kid and how sweet I was. She then began to tell me that she wasn’t mad at me but that she was disappointed because she knew that It was like me to do what I