July 1st was a day I will not forget for a while. I returned home, exhausted from five day long service filled trip, lending to the lives of the starved. My mom was on a business trip as her busy self. Before I move onto that I will rewind to the week before the mission trip. This clear jar of 847$ pondered in my room of my father's house. The cash that filled the container was money saved from Easters’, Christmas’s, birthdays, and side jobs from years past. I never drained more than fifty dollars out of the silver capped container. I thought it would be amusing to take this green-coated chastidy out of its home and gain a little self confidence of my own, and not for the reason that I lacked the skill, but for the simple fact of entertainment. …show more content…
(Let me remind you I went to parties here and there, but never consumed anything illegal.) I protruded to my I bed, and my camo backpack that I had stored my cash. It had disappeared; consequently, I arose in panic calling my mom asking if she had seen 847$ lying around. She broke down, crumbling like the twin towers in tears and sorrow as she inferred it was drug money. I replied to her swearing on the bible I never participated in such retched activities. Turns out she had received calls from parents who merely “was told” their kids saw me put these substances into my