The Stolen Shades
By:Nidhi Patel #21
This is a true story from when I was 5 years old. It was a warm summer day and I was 5 years old when this thing happened. Me and my mom were at claire's to find a present for my cousin’s birthday. When we first walked in I felt a split breeze and the smell of candy and roses rushed around the store.
I was so overwhelmed by all of the colors and bling in the store that I almost fainted. I was ready to leave until I saw a light shining from the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw the limited edition rainbow rhinestone sunglasses or so I thought. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There was a whole bucket full of them. When you looked into the bucket it blinded your eyes because of all the shiny rhinestones and I was dying to have one. I didn’t want to ask my mom for them because I knew she would tell
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I was petrified on the inside but I went over to the basket for the glasses. I was hidden behind one of the shelfs so my mom doesn't see me. The basket was right in front of me and I was about ready to pick up the sunglasses until I realized that the security cameras would see me. I stopped in my tracks and was frazzled. If I stuffed the glasses in my pocket right then and there what would happen? I decided to take the safe way and ran over to the fitting rooms to stuff the sunglasses in my pocket.
“NIDHI!!!!”
I heard my mom calling me but while I was coming back I got this wheezy feeling in my stomach. I didn’t know what to do but I went along as it was normal and we left the store. We were half way out the door until I realized that the door alarm didn’t go off. After that I thought I was a master escape artist. (P.S I thought that master escape artist meant thief when I was little). At one point while leaving the store I was about to blurt out that I stole the glasses but to stop myself I had to hold my breath. My mom saw me holding my breath and
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paid for the items, collected the bags and was about to leave the store when the blaring siren went off.
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The sun had just set and all the street lights had begun to turn on to help see through the dark alleys. Just before we began to close the store something surprisin...
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Walking out of our house, into the car and driving away to the bookstore, a little ways away we were being watched by someone.
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In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.
It was a slow but hectic day for me and all I could think was showering, eating dinner and going to sleep. We finally arrived home and everything seemed to be normal. With groceries in hand, I decided to give my oldest daughter my keys to open the door. As we walked in, we stopped in shock and starred at each other. We looked around and noticed our home did not look the way we left it that morning. The first thing we noticed was clothes all over the living room floor and furniture. Then we noticed our large flat screen missing and that is when we realized our house had been broken into.