It was the beginning of 10th grade and I had one of the best classes I could wish for. Plenty of friends and nice girls to talk to. But there was this guy who I have never heard of, upon asking my friends who he was, they explained to me that he did drugs and was one of those "low life" fellows. I took this lightly as many people smoked and did drugs in my school, I hardly talked to him for the first few weeks of school, never really making friends or anything. But it didn't matter - we didn't need to be friends anyway. Then came sports day, where we had to wear a shirt and shorts, I couldn't fit my wallet into these so I left it in my bag. That same day, I had over $100 in my wallet because I wanted to buy a bicycle after school. While hiding it in the bottom of my bag, I realized that this guy, who we will call Bob, wasn't partaking in sports that day because he was apparently ill, was staring at me. I didn't really care and carried on towards the field. I did my thing, had fun and it was time to head back to fetch our bags. Upon checking my bag for my money, that took me over a year to save, I realized it was gone. I went into a sort of panic mode, immediately thinking of my father and what he would do when he found out that I lost all that money. I immediately asked the five other kids that were not doing sports that day. They all said that nobody came near the bags, other than Bob, he was sitting alone, by the bags. I didn't even consider him a suspect. He didn't come off as a thief to me. After a long day of running around the school with my friends, asking every teacher to help and looking in every corner of every building, it was the last lesson. I managed to get the principal of the school, who was an intimidating man to walk into the class and let them know that they will be involving the police and dogs will come to sniff out my wallet. My school was helping me and it made sense as it was a very conscious school that cared about their kids and made sure that everyone was happy. At this stage, Bob was shaking and I could see the fear in his eyes, the sweat running down his face. Earlier on, during lunch time, I stood near where he hung out with my friends, watching him and he constantly peered towards my location. This was enough for me to know that he was the one who stole my wallet, along with all the support from my friends. Upon walking out, Bob came to me and handed me my wallet, telling me that he found it. I shook his hand, thanked him and left. But by now I knew it was him. There was only $20 in the wallet and I immediately went to the office to let the principal know. The boy was called in and given a disceplinary hearing. Apparently he was caught multiple times with drugs at school and was known for stealing. He wanted to buy drugs with the money. He was then given a hearing by the police. A week later, he was never to be seen again and to this day, I don't know where he is. Sure, my case is small and $100 isn't exactly life threatening, but for a 16 year old boy, it was everything to me. It just goes to show that people can do crazy things when they want to feed their addiction. Drug addiction doesn't only affect the user, it affects those around them. Sorry for the story being long, I left out a lot and tried to make it as short as possible, thanks for reading!