When I was fifteen years old, I had two of the best friends in the world. I do not want to give names so I will call them Jim and Joe. I would have done anything for them, because to me, they were my brothers. I met them in middle school, Joe was a tall, lanky, nerdy looking kid, and Jim was about my height but just a little on the hefty side. We quickly became friends because we all had such a great sense of humor. No matter what was going …show more content…
But every friday night we were struck with the same question, What do we want to do?. Most of the time the answer to that question was playing video games in my basement snacking on junk food until the early hours of the morning. But this time, Jim had a different idea. "Why don 't we go egging houses?", Joe and I were in shock, us being barely sophomores in highschool we never really did anything that real high schoolers do, that was just something we saw in movies. "Why not?" said Joe, "It 'll be the first "bad" thing we 've done in highschool, it 'll be fun!". But me being the goody two shoes that I was, I just shot the suggestion down and tried to change the subject before the idea escalated into something more than an idea. I suggested we just go get junk food at the gas station and eat it on the dock over the …show more content…
They told me of how they thought everything out about them being very careful not to hit anything that would make noise such as windows and garage doors. They also told me that because it was so fun, they 'd be doing it again the next weekend and that I should tag along. But I just faked a smile and shook my head, while imagining the elderly person that was possibly cleaning off their house wondering who and why someone would do such a thing to them. Lunch time came around and Jim and Joe were nowhere to be seen. So I grabbed lunch and sat at a table of friends that were not so close but would still accept me all while keeping an eye out for