When I was in the 6th grade, the day before thanksgiving, my brother, his girlfriend, and I all went to this store to get some things for our family. Kind of early Christmas shopping. But we had no intentions of "shopping." We all got in the car with our purses and my brother had his jeans with huge pockets. It wasn't my first time stealing. I had done it plently of times before that. Never got caught or anything, so I guess you could say I was a little bit cocky. My brother was telling me how everyone gets caught at some point. But I was like, "naaah, not me." That night I forgot to bring my purse, but I wasn't gonna let that ruin my fun. So I took one of the store's purses and put a lot of stuff in it. As soon as we left the store, a cop ran out of the store and told me to stop where I was. Well, out of habit, I ran as fast as I could. But this wasn't one of those fat, donut eating cops. This one caught up to me, and I eventually stopped. He took one thing out of my purse and then gave the purse back. I got to keep everything else. He let me off with 6 months of probation and a phone call home. All I got was grounded though. And the very next day, I was off at the mall stealing again. But I haven't done it in forever. I have no regrets either.
Back when I was little, I had babysitters. I have three older siblings, and the four of us combined were absolute monsters to watch. Never once did we get a repeat babysitter! We were so bad that we actually had 2 babysitters. Anyway, this one time we were exceptionally horrible, stealing shoes and hiding them, cracking eggs under the table, and screaming bloody murder! The babysitters decided to put us all in time out, but we would have none of it! We all stood up and scattered, me running to my parents room. I had just learned the phone number for the police in school, and I picked up the phone by parents' bedside table and dialed 911. The police showed up 10 minutes later yelling at the sitters to take better care of the children!
Last year in 10th grade, I ditched school for almost two months. This was back when it was just my dad and grandpa living with me, and my dad goes to work early. Every morning, I would hide in my closet until around 3pm or later so they would think I was at school. I even brought my laptop in there so I wouldn't get bored and I managed pretty well. When the school finally called my parents, I lied and said that I was being bullied in my history class. Surprisingly, they believed it and switched my classes and all that. I've always been a liar and I regret ditching because I'm behind in credits, so I'm repeating classes, but no one knows that. I wish I could go back and fix that.
In 4th grade the new craze were these little "the dog" stuffed animals from McDonalds. I would beg for my mom to take me to McDonalds to try and collect as many as I could. One day this girl in one of my classes, who I thought was crazy, had the toy I had been after, a German Shepard. I befriended her and played her dumb little games while hiding my hatred for her. She then traded me the toy for a different one. After the deed was done, I stopped playing with her and ignored her. This angered her, and she complained to the teacher saying that she wanted her toy back. The teacher proclaimed it a fair trade, and I was off the hook. I regret nothing. I did, however, go to great lengths to steal one of these toys from my handicapped cousin. I'm just thankful I didn't get caught. I was not so lucky a few months ago when I was caught shoplifting. I only regret it because I got caught.