Apologia In the eighth grade it was cool to get dropped off at the mall without adult supervision. It meant that you had finally reached the age of slight independence. And with slight independence comes more responsibility. My friends and I always liked to go to our favorite store (Forever 21) in the mall first so we could gaze at the accessories and try on as many clothes as we desired. As we walked out of the store with our shopping bags filled with the trendiest of clothes, my friend Mary pulled out a silver chained necklace with the letter M encrusted with pink crystals. I remember asking her, “Oh, you did end up getting that?” and she replied, “I stole it.” I was shocked; she had just spent a good amount of money on clothes, and she couldn’t spend another $7 on the necklace? It just didn’t make sense to me. The rest of the time at the mall everything she said or did annoyed me. I was just so distraught that my best friend had done that, but what really bothered me is that it didn’t bother her. After we were picked up from the mall we got dropped off at her house to swim. Our bags were thrown on her bed and when she went to the bathroom to change into her bathing suit I couldn’t stop myself from putting my hand in her bag and throwing the necklace she had stolen into my bag.
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Mark My Words