March Writing Challenge- Day 11: Have You Ever Stolen Anything? (Money, candy, hearts, time?)


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I’m not proud of it by any means, but when I was eleven-years-old, I had stolen a candy bar. It was a Butterfinger candy bar to be exact.

The theft of the candy bar had started as a dare from my two cousins who wanted to see if I were as “bad” as I thought I was. I don’t know why a candy bar was decided because to this day, that was a dumb choice.

The store where I stole the candy bar was located right in our neighborhood. It was a two minutes walking distance. And a husband and wife owned the place who was friends with my parents.

Back to the candy, when my cousins and I plan how we were going to steal from the store, I was already getting cold feet the closer we got to the store. As you know, we didn’t have far to walk. So, once in there, the woman who owned the store greeted me and asked how my parents and siblings were doing.

Sometime in the short while we were in there, my male cousin looked at me and nodded which was my cue to take one of the candy bars. I swallowed hard and looked at the shelves that held the candy bars. I knew it was wrong and I didn’t want to do it, but I was dared. I quickly picked up the candy bar and placed it in my pocket.

I went out the door while my female cousin supposedly paid for a bag of chips and soda to make it look like we were in there to buy something. Later, my guilt ate at me and my parents found out I had stolen the candy bar because I told them.

They were angry and most likely embarrassed that their eldest daughter who was supposed to have a good head on her shoulders to steal anything. They thought it was so dumb of me to steal a damn candy bar. Their words. I told them it was a dare I had to do. I had to apologize to the store owners and give it back.

I was wrong to do such a thing and felt badly about it. And I should have known better not to follow on such a dare and have my parents angry and disappointed with me.

Since then, I had vowed not to steal anything ever again. And not to let anyone badly influenced me to do so, because I had a choice whether to do so or not.

Thanks for reading.

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