Diary 35

Dear Diary,

Tonight I just finished one of the books for our read-a-thon, called The

Wave. This story is about a school experiment that shows how peer pressure

can get out of hand. One of the main characters was a guy by the name of

Robert Billing. He pressured and bullied other teenagers into acting like

modern-day Nazis. The teenagers were like sheep blindly following a

leader. After reading this book, I realized how teens are very gullible;

getting tricked into doing things against their will because they want to fit in

and be popular. That must be why Hitler preyed on children. It’s amazing

how he controlled thousands of teenagers called the “Brown Shirts.” I can’t

believe how peer pressure can take charge of a person’s life and change

who they are. I know that stories like this are true because I’ve experienced

peer pressure myself. I wanted to hang out with the so-called “coo1” crowd

so badly that I was talked into doing things I knew were wrong.

I came to school one time and found my usual friends, and someone

was telling the others about how they just got away with shoplifting. I

wondered how they did it without getting caught. I listened to them because

I never had any stories to tell about stealing. They always said that I’m such

a “goodie two shoes.” On this particular day, I felt like I should prove them

wrong. Later that night, my family and I went shopping, and that’s when

my nightmare started.

I jacked some makeup and thought to myself as I slowly walked toward

the door, “I can just walk out that door, it will all be over. Please, don’t let

anyone see me…”

“Yes, I’m out the door. I did it, I got away…” I thought as I passed the

two automatic doors.

“Excuse me, Miss, I’m a security officer here, can you please step

inside the store with me? We have evidence that you took some makeup…”

My parents froze in their steps.

Shit, I got caught, I can’t believe this. All the blood drained from my

face. My parents were shocked. All they could do was stare at me in

disbelief. My dad looked like he was going to slap me. My mom looked like

she could kill me. All they said was, “What a disgrace. How can you do this

to us? Do you know how humiliating this is?”

I could feel my body shaking. I had never done anything like this in my

entire life. I knew my parents were going to kill me, “This can’t be

happening, it’s just a dream, just a dream, wake up, hurry,” I kept telling

myself as I stepped back into the store. They took me to a small weird room

in the corner. It might have been a well-lit room, but it felt cold and dark.

They told me to have a seat while my parents stood by the door, glaring

down at me. They told me to pull out the makeup I had put in my pocket.

They totaled up the cost, which came up to $15. Then they brought out the

wrappers that I had tried to hide between other things in the store. They had

also taken snapshots of me. I felt like a big-time criminal.

As they were taking the pictures, they told me to lighten up for the

camera. Why the hell were they telling me this when I just got myself into

such a mess?

I kept asking myself, “Why am I so stupid that I stooped this low to

impress my so-called friends? They’re not even here with me to help me out

of this mess. My parents will probably never forgive me, or ever trust me

ever again. How could I do this to them? They’ve always given me

everything I’ve ever wanted.” After I finished signing some papers, they

finally let me out. I didn’t want to face my parents. When we headed toward

the car, I walked behind my parents as slow as possible.

When we got home they gave me a really long lecture that made me cry

the whole night. That night before I went to bed, I made a promise to myself

that I will never steal anything else or do anything stupid like that ever

again. Not only did I cause my parents pain, but I also threw away my own

pride and good judgment trying to be someone I’m not.

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