I stole $300 from one of my favorite teachers

When I was about 10 years old I stole a new gameboy I had gotten for Christmas from a kohl's. I had a bookbag and they didn't stop me at the door so I got out of there with the gameboy. The very next day me and a couple friends of mine decided to test our luck again in the same store. I stole a couple pairs of diamond earrings and my friend stole some expensive cologne. We were on cloud nine after that and felt like theives of the year. <br><br>The next week was when it happened. Our teacher for Christmas had gotten us all to draw names out of a hat. I drew my favorite teacher Mrs. K. I was stoked because she was so nice and it was only $5 to spend not $10. I sat and thought about it for a while and decided that I didn't want to spend a cent on her. I wanted to spend $20 so she would like it more. I decided that I wanted to buy her the most expensive promising looking perfume at Kohl's which was a $20 perfume. I decided that I was going to steal it so I could spend the $5 I had on myself. When I got to the store I saw a promising looking perfume but it was $30 and I didn't care I just wanted to get it and get out. I stole that like I had stolen the other things and not a problem. The next day was when the gifts were to be given to our teachers and boy was she excited. I felt so good that she was going to love me more than any other kid because I stole a $30 perfume so she could use the best one. She got the gift and with a huge smile on her face she opened it and saw that it was really nice and was very thankful. I never felt better. That whole day I was on cloud nine.<br><br>I bet you could not guess what happened the very next morning. I walked into class and saw my teacher crying. She said "Guess what happened" and at the time I actually thought she was just messing around at first but when I saw her red eyes and tears I knew she was dead serious. Then she told us that her house had caught on fire that morning and everything was gone. I cannot describe my feelings. I felt terrible. I felt like the house was my fault and I felt like I was the one who had actually set her house on fire and set her whole life on flames. I was breaking inside and I never cried so hard. I felt like I was the one who had messed with karma and caused the house to catch on fire so she could never use the perfume I got her and that I was the one who was to blame for all of it. I had never felt guilt like that. I felt like I was the one who had actually set the fire. I actually cried so hard I had to go to the nurse because I couldn't get myself together. I never cried like that before and I never will. It took me years to not feel like the one who messed with karma and burned her house down.