Stolen-Personal Narrative

The night of September 17, 2016 my mom and I were heading to the St. Cloud Mall after my volleyball tournament in Park Rapids earlier that morning. We parked in the Macy’s parking lot opposed to parking in the Scheels’ parking lot, as we usually do. When we walked in we went to the dress section as I was searching for a homecoming dress. After finding nothing, we looked at the shoes. We ended up finding a pair of shoes, but didn’t know if I could find a dress to match, so we didn’t buy them.

There is a saying that says, if you’ll lie you’ll steal and if you’ll steal you’’ll kill. I heard that saying an numerous amount of times my fifth grade year in middle school. A typical fifth grader is not a kleptomaniac but then again, I was not the typical fifth grader. I was a child that was spoiled, I had the newest shoes, outfits, and all of the newest electronics. Surprisingly, that was not enough for me so, I took matters into my on hands. There was a girl in my class named Kierra that had a black Nike, over the shoulder bag. I wanted the bag so bad that I watched and waited for the perfect opportunity to steal the bag, I even came up with an elaborate plan to steal the bag, but my plan was not needed. Once my wicked hands had got

Nathan: Good, I was hoping you would bring some candy, even thou mom won't let us eat candy.

After we bought Duke and made it all offical, we headed home. My mom told my brother and I our lives would never be the same, but in a very good way. The 3 hour ride home was the fastest car ride and most exciting car ride I have ever been on. My dad

Rolling over it was 2:13am so not too bad. Sliding out of bed I felt ready. I made the perfect outfit to match my escape. A black leather jacket and dark blue jeans paired with my famous black Nikes. My chocolate hair was in a long french braid dipped over my shoulder and I wore a little bit of make up, mascara, black eye shadow, and a light nude lip gloss. My baby Red was waiting outside and she was ready for an adventure.

On the way to the store Amy and I took lots of selfies. We had a blast then we got out of the car and went into the store. We got lots of food including things for the beach. We spent about an hour in the grocery store. While driving home we stopped to get ice-cream, which was amazing. Amy ended up dropping her ice-cream, but we went back and got her a new one.

Instinctively, my hand went to my hair, which doubtless was tousled, since that was its natural state. Only so much you can do to fight nature, and I’d given up some time ago. Plus, the tousled look was sort of in fashion. But for the rest, I was sure I looked just as good as Joan did, especially since I’d spent a solid hour trying looks, anticipating snide remarks like that. The result was my favorite slim, indigo skirt, black tights and flat knee-length boots, steel gray peplum top, scarf in wine, gray and black. Yep, I’d ticked all the boxes: I was decidedly New York cool.

As soon as I was at my grandparents house I was fine. Finally my mom found the note and came to their house after she called my paw-paw. We stayed for a while as they drank coffee all happy with big smiles. I learned that I should stay calm and not freak out and I definitely learned not to fight with my brother any more. And with all the stories I could of shared like opening the door for a stranger, running out of the house, dipping my school clothes in the mud something about this story made me want to share

My friends and I all went to Rapid City over the weekend for a Lana Del Rey concert. We did several things beforehand and were scheduled to arrive back in Dupree at 7:00 PM on March 5th. The concert was on March 3rd and we couldn’t miss it. We left on the 1st of March so we could have some time to shop and do other things. Our parents had all agreed on giving us each $200 to use for shopping. Before we left, our parents told us to spend the money wisely and to have fun. We then left on that Thursday morning.

That’s when the problems started. I reached into my skate bag to get my dress, suddenly realizing my tights were missing! I panicked. Ripping through my skate bag, I searched every inch for tights that weren’t there. Leaving the contents of my skate bag strewn about the room, I rushed out to the lobby where my mom was chatting. I burst out my problem and pleaded for her to go home and get them for me. As she hurried away, I paced impatiently back and forth, wondering how I could ever have forgotten them.

As I pulled my hair behind a cute black headband, and composed my face. My mask.

Vickie's head came up and she searched my face for any sign of deception. "I have no reason to lie to you. Even if I laid her down and fucked her right now you couldn't do anything about it," I reminded her.

As some of you may know, last Sunday morning my car was broken into and my purse stolen. As upset as I was, they really didn’t get away with too much as I only had three dollars in my purse and a few gift cards, I was more upset about the broken window and the missing purse that happened to be my favorite..lol. Both my Mom and I had a sneaky suspicion of who did it, and were both disappointed because this person is a star athlete and academically does well in school, unfortunately the parents are nowhere near any sort of role models, if you get what I am saying. We searched the neighborhood for my purse, looking in garbage cans up and down different streets, etc. etc., with no luck; our suspicion led us to believe there were three young boys involved, and so we knew they would ditch

She worked product through her hair with a wide-toothed comb, then allowed her curls to air dry as she laid out her clothing—a snug black dress that showed a little cleavage and a peek of thigh, knee-high black boots, and a gauzy silver scarf. Gwen loved her scarves these days.

“Wanna come steal some skins with me? My mom says it’s ok if I don’t get caught.”