‘’I know!’’ I shouted ‘’ No one can be perfect!’’

My parents were idiotic. I was really desperate. I just wanted those nice smelling and good cigars. I smashed the yellow bicycle I had received for my 7th birthday into pieces as small as atoms. A storm was thrashing inside and I knew it was to release. I felt no shame.

Greedily, without my parents looking, I snatched the cigarettes like a smooth criminal. I was about to concave out of the door when unfortunately, horrible luck struck me. They gave me one last warning…

‘’John! You’ll turn bad if you keep going! Come back!’’ They pleaded.