I stole some sweets and a can of pop from this local shop.
And they call our parents.
My friend's mom arrives.
She's got bleached blonde hair and pink skin and
this American accent.
And
I'm the devil in her light blue eyes.
Her shoulder length hair is waving around.
She's not happy.
There's fury in her eyes.
And it's all aimed at me.
She screams at me.
The
shop assistant is satisfied.
At least one of us got what she deserved.
Then my mom arrives.
She never really shouted at anyone.
She's not gonna start now.
Did she ever feel angry?
She said Sophie's mom's shouting was enough and we can go home now.
We walk home hand in hand.
And I feel sorry for the shopkeeper that my mom didn't shout to.
That's the
last time we shoplifted this shop.