When i was in grade 4 I started stealing money from my grandfather. i knew it was wrong but I needed the money to pay these group of boys to stop hitting me (I am a girl). The teacher never seemed to care, nor did my parents really. The only way out was the money. When one of their parents found out they told my parents. my father screamed at me and threw me out of the house in the rain. I had to crawl into the dog house because I had no where else to go. I still feel horrid about stealing from my grandfather. He was the kindest man. He forgave me even though he never knew the real reason I stole the money. No one really knows the real reason I stole the money.