During 2011, my friends texted me to hang out at the mall (a very popular place in my country). Even though i didn't have any money to grab a bite to eat or anything, I still accepted their propasal. So how did I get the money? I know my dad's daily routine very well. Around 6 pm, my dad usually goes to the mosque to pray, and I know he always leaves his wallet on the table. I went upstairs and took $100. At first, I thought my dad wouldn't realize that the money was gone because he doesn't usually count his money, so I didn't worry. The next day, I heard my mom yelling at the maid because she thought that the maid took it. She kept insisting she didn't until my mom finally believed her. My mom asked me if I took the money, and I didn't admit to it. So my mom was furious with the maid again until the maid lifted the holy Quran and swore to my mom that she didn't take it. When the fight was over, I wanted to confess to my parents, but I was too afraid. I let the maid take the blame. For many months, my memory has haunted me, but I'm still afraid to confess. I hope I have the strength to confess and be forgiven.
I have 3 boyfriends who all think that I love them, and 5 guys who think that I like them and they like me. But I truly do LOVE one guy, and he is the only one I want, but I'm scared to hurt these other guys. I'm not sure what to do.
I made a smartphone mistake: I messaged my mom instead of my very close friend. I messaged her, "Yay, I'm in hookerland!" It was supposed to mean that I was in school. I had to lie to my mom and tell her that I didn't do that.
Back when I was around fourteen, my best friend got her first "boyfriend." According to her, he was Mr. Wonderful, he lived in the city, he was 17, and he was super cute. Yeah yeah. Well, what I began noticing after a few weeks of her "relationship" was that 1.) I'd never met/seen the kid before, and 2.) every time I'd go to her house, she would have "just hung up with him" and would never let me speak with him. After a while, I started secretly catching her in lies. After about two months of this, I had completely convinced myself that he was made up, and after a while, I found out that I'd been right, though she still wont admit it. Her first kiss, her first time, everything had been a lie! Why on earth would she think I would care If she was still a virgin? Her "relationship" lasted roughly 10 months, which is a long time for a real relationship for a fourteen year old, but I suppose that if only one person exists in the relationship, you can do whatever you want. She still doesn't know that I know.
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.