Drip. Drip. Drip. Cold water splashed on my rosy cheeks. Ignoring the water drops, and sitting up from my rickety bed I yawned. Today was the day, my only day, my last day. Glancing up at the clock a grimace was sent across my face. It read ten o'clock, not but an hour before my execution. Breathing in deeply and sighing, I pick memories from my brain. I felt if it had only been but a day ago when I first learned about identity theft. The same high school classroom where I learned the easy way out.
The classroom swirls into a picture in my mind, Mr. Henderson standing in front of our class white board. Diagrams and words are scrawled across it with tips on how to prevent identity theft.
“You all have social security numbers, or SSNs. You may not know them yet, but even …show more content…
Jacob and David hurried to catch up, but I strayed, because I just remembered the class Mr. Henderson taught about making money from other’s credit cards. I quickly pick up, sliding it into my pocket. I ran to catch up to my friends, knowing something was stirring. My first step to becoming an identity thief.
Soon another memory to takes place in my mind, this one much more emotional.
Thump! Thump! Thump! I was racing up the stairs to my room, fully aware of the tears staining my cheeks. Diving under my bed I slid my backpack out. Rushing to my closet, ripping the few shirts and pants off the hangers. Stuffing stuff into my suitcase my tears turning into a full out sob. Downstairs my parents were having a shouting match, and the worst part was it was about me.
“Ivan stole someone’s credit card, he broke the law.” I knew my father was red hot in the face.
“So what?! Plenty of teenagers break the law. He is going to pay her back.” Mind racing about why my mother, Barbara, was still protecting
The classroom swirls into a picture in my mind, Mr. Henderson standing in front of our class white board. Diagrams and words are scrawled across it with tips on how to prevent identity theft.
“You all have social security numbers, or SSNs. You may not know them yet, but even …show more content…
Jacob and David hurried to catch up, but I strayed, because I just remembered the class Mr. Henderson taught about making money from other’s credit cards. I quickly pick up, sliding it into my pocket. I ran to catch up to my friends, knowing something was stirring. My first step to becoming an identity thief.
Soon another memory to takes place in my mind, this one much more emotional.
Thump! Thump! Thump! I was racing up the stairs to my room, fully aware of the tears staining my cheeks. Diving under my bed I slid my backpack out. Rushing to my closet, ripping the few shirts and pants off the hangers. Stuffing stuff into my suitcase my tears turning into a full out sob. Downstairs my parents were having a shouting match, and the worst part was it was about me.
“Ivan stole someone’s credit card, he broke the law.” I knew my father was red hot in the face.
“So what?! Plenty of teenagers break the law. He is going to pay her back.” Mind racing about why my mother, Barbara, was still protecting