<p>So hit him in the head with the stick and lets rob him Jd whispered to us. My heart fluttered in my chest I really didnt want to do this. I was very strongly opposed to hitting a little Asian guy in the head with a stick and robbing him so that we could buy weed. The plan was very simple we were walking up a long deserted back road hill. We were gonna rob the guy in front of us and run back down the hill. The thing is I didnt want to do it. I was scared what if we got caught? I didnt want a record. The guys I was with there parents didnt care. There parents knew there kids were criminals and didnt care. But my dad would literally slit my throat if he found out I was out robbing people when I could just ask him for money. He always talked about how he had a tough life so I could have a good one. I wanted to walk away and I knew it wasnt too late. But I also knew I wasnt gonna walk away. All through middle school I had been a loner with 0 friends. Now I was a popular football player a tough guy and I wouldnt give that up for anything. Even if it meant me getting sent to juvie or getting suspended. I would go through hell and high water to keep my status as a cool kid.
Hey fob gimmi your money dale rasped in a fake deep voice. The asian broke out into a run. He wasnt fast I could catch him in a second. We all could we had spent the past week sprinting our butts up this same hill for football and it would be nothing to us. So we took off after him I wasnt giving it my all though. When they asked me later I would say it was hard to run in my jeans. But I was praying to god we wouldnt catch this poor guy. I looked around me and they were all jogging. They werent running hard at all.
He wasnt even worth it bro he probably didnt even have any money right? Jd said with false confidence but I had known him all through middle school we hadnt been friends but I knew when he was scared. He was scared now. It turned out we all were scared. We all agreed that he was probably poor and laughed about how he had ran. Saying he was just a punk. And about how we would have fought off anyone who tried to rob us. No matter how many there were. But I knew we were all lying. We were fakers and posers. Maybe the next time I am in that position I will have the strength to stand up and say what we are doing is wrong. But probably not because in the end I am weak. Maybe not physically but in a different way, a way that I cant put into words. But yea in the end when its all said and done that guy had more balls then all of us put together.</p>
<p>Be honest tell me what you think. I know the grammar isn’t very good. This is a true story i changed a couple things to remain unknown but thats it.</p>