Shoplifting Narrative Essay

The Aftermath
Huhhh! People call me Ben and I’m 18 years old. My parents moved out of house that I used to live in a year ago. Whenever I go there to check whether the new owners have any updates on my family, they only say “WE DON’T KNOW”. I still don’t know where they are. My friends and I had been looking for a new house for a while, and we found a two storied apartment that was available for rent. But, we had to pay an initial amount that we couldn’t afford at the moment, as the owner wanted it for security purposes. So, we decided to shoplift a couple of jewelry shops, and sell the jewels to a dealer, so that we can pay the initial fee for the house. Ayeee! We earned a good amount from shoplifting the first two stores that were on our target

list. But that just wasn’t enough. We needed more.
Things didn’t go as planned on the day that we tried shoplifting a jewelry store for the third time, but the cops had known and had come up with a plan to catch us.

They had been hiding inside the shop as customers, so that we wouldn’t find anything suspicious. When we charged into the shop, we were greeted with shiny guns pointed at us from all directions, and were put in an inescapable situation.
“Hands up or you guys will be dead”, they said. We raised our hands as one of the senior cops walked towards us. “You guys are under arrest”, he said. I wasn’t surprised because I knew the consequences of shoplifting. As we approached the glossy police van, there were hundreds of news reporters standing outside the shop, waiting for us to come out. “What was the main reason behind shoplifting jewelry shops?” was one of the major questions that we heard. I had nothing to say.
We were taken directly to the prison of London, and were told that our court hearing will take place in a week. We couldn’t afford a legal advisor, so we planned on answering everyone by ourselves. A week passed by quickly, and we were off to the court. I was the first person to be questioned at the

podium.
“Was there any reason behind shoplifting 2 jewelry shops and an attempt for another one?” asked the head of the judges panel. I stood there silently, without answering his question for a couple of minutes. “Next person up”, said the judge, writing down some notes. My other friends answered the judge's questions honestly, and we were sentenced a jail period for 3 months. We got lucky because we didn’t have to pay any fines as we chose to do community service when we are out of jail, instead.
Right from the first week, I started remembering my parents and how much my mom tried to make sure that she gave the best attention and care she could towards me in order to make me fit into the society. This made me realize that what I had been doing all these days with this gang was wrong, and unethical. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, and months passed by so quickly that I didn’t even feel like I was in jail for almost 3 months. Now, I really want to meet them and apologize about everything. I also didn’t know where my siblings were. I want to meet them and apologize for all the troubles I caused to them.
Today is my last day here in jail, and I already have a game plan ready for the next few days. My one and only job is to try and meet my parents. I am pretty sure that they are aware of this shoplifting incident because it was fully covered by the news channels. I hope that they can forgive me for all the wrong things I have done in my life so far. Where are you mom and dad?