I am Reality

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"Thou shall not steal" first lesson that is taught to a child. In life there are rules and laws placed, whether it be religious laws and rules or government rules and laws. It just happens to be, "thou shall not steal" it's a universal law. I mean it make sense right, if it don't belong to you, you should not take it. Some people work their butts off to pay for what they want, some people go through hell just to please them selves with their wants. My first thief incident occurred in 2009, i was in the third grade.

     I was so under the pressure of stealing I didn't even know that it was bad. I remember the school was selling ice creams and chips and kids in my class always bought them i was the only kid who didn't. My mom would give me a dollar once a month and when I came to school with it I flexes like them dollars were millions. I remember this one kid Luis always show up to school with $20 he'd buy all the kids hot Cheetos and ice cream. I was like I want to be him. One day under the pressure of wanting to be like Luis, I went through my mother's bag and grabbed a Jackson bill, for the people who don't know that's a $20 bill.
    
     I hid it in a place she wouldn't look for under the refrigerator and the next morning I took it with me to school. I was so excited I kept flexing on my friends and during lunch time we were in line and I promised my friends and girls I had crush on that I would buy them but the time I got to the lunch lady who checks out the students she betrayed me. I handed her he $20 bill and assumed that something wasn't right. She took me to the principal and said that this kid has too much money on him I think it don't belong to him. I was like fuck you what because I'm black and I got $20 I stoled it. I mean I did stole it but how can she assume much when Luis Rodriguez bring $20 bill everyday.
    
     The principal requested that I at least buy one chips. I assumed they called my mother and that I was in deep trouble. I was scared to my life. I didn't want to get home because I knew I was going to get my ass whooped. I prayed that the day go slow but something about time when you wanted to be a certain Pace it tends to do the opposite. By the time I got the the bus to go home my heart started to be much louder and faster. When the bus stopped at my house there was my mother waiting at the stop shaking her head. I knew I was fucked, soon as I got off she started checking my pocket demanding where is the rest of the money.
    
    I tried to lie through the tip of my teeth. She wasn't having it. Surprisingly she didn't whoop my ass but simply tortured me with lectures and hate speech. I remember getting up in the middle of the night and she sat at the kitchen as I woke up to pea. "Hello thief" she spoke. You know is one thing to get beat up but wen your mom call you names and bully you hit hurts like a bitch. For the whole week she called me names and bullied me. I stand to learn my lesson never steal from your parent because your ass will get the worse name calling and bullying ever.