Tully stared at the pastel green ceiling of his room. Never before had it seemed so lifeless and dull. Memories of the incident flashed in his mind, as if it had happened just seconds ago. Images of the dare repeatedly replayed itself, reminding him of the guilt he felt. He had gotten himself into trouble solely for the sake of fitting in. Mother was upset, and he knew it was his fault. Maybe being different was alright, he shouldn't try so hard...
That dare. He heard the voice again, that voice.
"Umm... yes?" Tully was hesitant. They had never approached him before. They were too "cool" to degrade themselves and speak to such an outcast like him.
They wanted him to steal something, anything from that shop. If he did, he would become "cool". He hesitated. He knew deep down it was wrong. Emotions struggled within him. All his life he had been trying to fit in, and this was his chance, but why were they using this kind of unscrupulous methods? Yet if he do it...
"Don't you want to be part of us? Or are you just plain scared?" a voice cut into his thoughts.
That did it. It was wrong, but he had to do it. He needed to be part of this group, needed to prove that he was not a coward. It might be his only chance he had to finally gain acceptance, to no longer be stepped on as if no one cared.
"All right, I'll do it." He said finally.
He tried to sound as brave as he could, but inside he was shaking like a leaf. He walked nervously towards the shop, unaware of sniggering in the background. Tully strode into the shop, trying to look as casual as possible.