Your a good kid, that's what my parents used to say. I guess it was true though, i listened and went to school like i was supposed to. I always felt like my family was too perfect and i didn't deserve them. I had my mom and dad to take care of me and i was spoiled as i was an only child growing up. My parents were the type of people to have a baby only because they wanted to watch it grow up and be the best thing that's ever lived. I satisfied them for my whole life, just like they wanted. I grew up knowing how it works and i thought i was happy, or so it seemed.
They were good people, my parents were but that didn't stop them from going behind everyone's back to get a little something extra. They wanted me to go to school for computer science, just like my dad. So when that time came and i was fresh out of high school they i did exactly that. I signed up for a college course for economics and tech, the only thing close to what i was actually interested in. When my mom found out i wasn't taking the right class she told my dad and he hit me for the first time in my 22 years of living. They weren't abusive, they only hit me when necessary but they would never talk about it. It was fine i still got what i wanted and needed when i was just as they perfected me to be.
When i signed up for school i made sure not to be to far away from them, in fright that they would do far worse than hit me. I also made sure to be located enough distance so they couldn't come to my school easily and embarrass me. I actually met a lot of cool people and if it weren't for my parents paying for all of it i wouldn't have met them. The one person that stuck out to me the most was a boy that parked outside of the school almost everyday in jacked up red car. He always watched around and to be honest it was kind of creepy. And the fact that he never actually entered the school was even more worrying. He never made any attempt at socializing or making friends he just sat and watched.
One day i just couldn't take it anymore and decided if he doesn't want to talk i'll make him. Surprisingly he was pretty shy but we got along, and i didn't expect him to be nice or even bashful for that matter. I had a sense that he wasn't doing so well in his career so like the interested person i am, asked him. I learned that he had a lot going on and i could only feel bad for him, me having a loving family that cares for me and he didn't even have one at all. I wanted to help him out so i got a part time job so my mom and dad wouldn't be suspicious for taking money when they knew i didn't need it. He denied the money at first but the second go around i could tell he was desperate when he took it right away.
I continued giving him part of my checks and we went on to get closer and become good friends. I knew him and all about how his life wasn't the best but it seemed like he knew nothing about me.
My parents came to know that i had a job so they figured they would stop giving me allowance since I've got it all covered for myself. Little did they know that the money wasn't for me and i was back to being a little kid again begging for some more money. I couldn't really ask them for more though because if they knew this job payed enough for my whole savings than they wouldn't need to be giving me anymore. And i couldn't just stop giving my friend money when he need it so badly. I was lost and my student loans were coming up soon that i needed to pay. I had a bit of money left over for needed supplies like food and water and a dorm room.
That time came around and i had nothing, my parents basically abandon me because they thought i had it all planned out and i would be fine. They went on a vacation to America so who could i run to. That's right my friend but he didn't have anything either, what would i do to support me and him at once. I had to think of something and fast or everything would go way more downhill than this.
I had a plan, i would rob the school since they had a built in bank for students to cash money in more easily. I don't know what came over me, I've never thought like this in my whole life i think it was my friend. He brought out the worst in me and it was something i hated but it seemed to push everything else away so i couldn't help but love it at the same time. I did it for him, i made a plan to possibly ruin my whole life and my career along with it. I had it all down, and with my knowledge on computer tech i would be able to hack into the school and unlock everything i needed for the transaction. I planned it at the same time of day i knew my friend would be sitting in the parking lot waiting for me to hop in at the end of the day. It would be easy and i probably wouldn't get caught or suspected because i was well known as a nice, caring guy. No one would think i was capable of something like this, and that was the good part.
When the whole scene was done and i collected my earnings i ran and ran as fast as i could to his rusty old car that i knew would be waiting. I saw him in my view and i knew i was safe. I hopped in and told him to drive and did just that but kept asking me questions along the way. I've never felt like this, never in a way was i effected by someone so much where i could potentially ruin everything. It was done and i noticed that's the happiest I've been in my entire life. I needed this adrenaline rush coursing threw my veins to finally know what's it's like to be, found.
"We have to leave"
Was all he said and we were packing and getting ready to go to god knows where and possibly do this again. With the dufflebag full of stolen beautiful cash we ran out the door and into the car once again to go on a mission that would complete me even more than i already was.
It crazy how one little thing could make you go so insane, or finally realize you were all this time. Now that i'm feeling the breeze of the cool spring air with the car window rolled down i know that this is where i belong. I met my friend one day out of the blue at a college that he didn't even go to and one i didn't want to be at. And in those long 6 months i realized that he makes me feel what life is really about. It's about helping someone in the most illegal ways and how they make you feel while doing so. This is how i knew that i wanted to do this kind of thing all the time and make something out of myself, with my friend Mingi.