I have a confession to make.
It was I who stole your spider man pencil.
I stole a pair of scissors from a girl in my class in fourth grade. They were cool Frisker kid's safety scissors with an awesome blue and purple handle. That summer I moved to a different town and to a different school. I thought I was in the clear.
Several months into the school year this girl moved and attended the same school I now did. Fortunately I was able to keep my horrible secret from her. We remained casual acquaintances throughout middle and high school.
With eight years spent holding this secret from her I couldn't take it anymore. On the day of our graduation I confessed and returned the scissors. I begged to her to remain friends with me.
I haven't seen her since that day, and it tears me up inside.
