Enjoying The Chaos
During my freshman year of high school, I found myself spending time with older guys whose behavior was questionable. I would often accompany my friend when he decided to ditch class. We had a habit of breaking into lockers and taking whatever was inside.
On one occasion, we cracked open a locker and found a new iPod, a brand-new mobile phone, and $100 in cash. It felt like I’d won the lottery! Later that day, though, a group of girls approached me.
They were distressed because their Mexican exchange student friend had had her phone stolen, a phone that contained all the contact numbers for her family. To make matters worse, the last bit of money she had was also taken.
She was due to return to Mexico in just a few days. I pretended not to know anything about the theft and even offered to help them look for the stolen items. I couldn’t help but feel guilty; I felt like I had done something truly bad.