We have tenants that we rented an apartment to who haven't paid rent in three months. But besides that they're also insolent and threaten us; they're loud, they lie, and they drive the water bill sky high. They don't waste any time working either. Now to the actual story: they steal our fabric softener and laundry detergent. They don't bother to buy anything anymore and they have the nerve to use our stuff. I just did something totally childish. I got really nice fabric softener, the new kind from Lenor, and I mixed it with dye powder from class. The choice between neon blue and shocking pink was really tough. They're welcome to help themselves tomorrow morning and I'm as giddy as a child.
When I was about 4, my grandma owned her own store. She sold spare clothes, random toys, furniture, things like that. One of the only days I went in there, I saw one of those bubble blowers that came in what looked like a big pill. I asked my mom if I could have it, but of course she said no. I respect her saying no now, considering my Grandma was pretty low on money and needed as much as she could get, but at the time I was angry that I didn't get to have it. I shoved it into my pocket when nobody was looking. My mom found it when we got home and I'm still ashamed for taking it.
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.
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.