Stealing from Claire’s, a true story.
My early teen years were a complete mess.
On one of my many teen angst adventures, I tried stealing from Claire’s, and the consequences were much more significant than I could have ever imagined.
You honestly have to be an idiot to try shoplifting from Claire’s! The stores are tiny, and they usually have mirrors that line the tops of the walls. Mirrors, in addition to cameras, make stealing very difficult, not to mention the jewelry is crazy cheap!
From Runaway To Teen Thief
It started like any other day. A group of my “friends” decided that since we had nothing better to do (like go to school), and we should head to the mall. I have no idea if I had smoked pot that day (I did most days so it wouldn’t be a shocker), but on this particular day, I decided I was brave enough to try my hand at thievery.
Walking around the store for a while, just browsing when I spotted a pair of earrings. I thought, “I could easily gank (white-girl thug for steal) these.” So I grabbed them off the peg and proceeded to walk around the store while ripping off the paper holder. I shoved them in my pocket and headed for the door. At this point, my friends were already out the door when I heard her: “STOP … DON’T LEAVE …WHAT’S IN YOUR POCKET?” I froze while my friends stood there, trying to get me to leave the store.
You see, this entire lifestyle just wasn’t me. If you knew me, you would have never in a million years thought, I would be “that girl, stealing from Claire’s.” The girl on the side of the road with over-sized Jnco’s, dirty green hair, and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
I was against smoking, stealing, and fighting. I wanted to feed the children and save the whales. Somewhere along the way, I got derailed, and here I was facing the clerk, trying to choose between running or suffering the consequences of my actions.
I Wasn’t Cut Out For This Lifestyle
I started to cry and handed the earrings over to the cashier. She had already called the police, and the cop was walking in to file the report. The officer took me to the back room and asked if I had cash ($3.98 to be exact) to pay for the earrings.
I was a runaway, and I had nothing. The officer took down my information and asked for a form of ID, but I didn’t even have that. Then he tried calling my parents, but they were on a business trip to the Bahamas. The officer said that without ID or an adult to claim me, I would have to go to JAIL.
I had just turned 16, and I was going to jail.
I cried for the rest of the day and all night. Jailers don’t care how old you are; they still strip-search you like they would any other inmate.
It doesn’t matter what crime you commit; you are placed in the general population until you get sentenced.
That was the longest night of my life. The cell I was in was one big holding cell.
Everyone slept, showered, ate, and lived in one BIG room. The other older inmates thought it was shocking that I was in for stealing from Claire’s. I think they mostly took pity on me, though they did try to frame me by putting prison wine in my pillowcase. Inmates, no matter how nice, can never be trusted!
I had a friend in the area, so I called her, and she got her dad to bail me out and take me home. In court, the judge sentenced me to time served and 1 yr probation.
It Only Got Worse From There
I was in a low place, and it didn’t get better for about a year after that.
I broke probation by quitting school and moving in with my boyfriend (who is now my husband). For breaking probation, I had to do weekends in jail in my hometown (that’s a post for another time).
I wasn’t making the best choices before this incident, but it’s crazy where one wrong decision can lead.
Now, I am the person that drives back to the mall because I realize my toddler took one shoe off the shelf, and it fell into the basket under her stroller (true story).
So what about you? Have you ever stolen or tried to take something? Was your experience similar to mine?