Regret and pity are the two most useless of all human emotion.
Halloween tonight was...eventful. I dressed up as the devil (horns and everything) and set out with some friends to do some damage. True to tradition, we bought a large pack of eggs, some toilet paper, and selected a target. We decided on the house of a girl in school whom we all thought deserved a good shower, preferably in something sticky or gross. On the way, we left a paper trail of paper on the cars. When we at last arrived at the chosen house, we readied our weapons, and fired. A very large panorama window was left stained.
What we didn’t know though, was that they were waiting for us. Well not for us, but some one. Apparently, this wasn’t the first time some one had egged their house, and the owner (the girl’s dad) had positioned himself in the middle of our escape route. Anyway, to make a long story short, the police showed up and we had to call our parents and tell them to come get us. This had never happened to us before... Everyone was shouting and stuff. My mom is giving me the silent treatment now (and I let her think I don’t like it).
I feel kinda bad though. Like, it was premeditated, but it was never meant to hurt anyone. What’s done is done, I guess. My name is saved in the police database for the next two years, so I have to be a "good boy" until then. Sux. But what they don’t know can’t hurt ‘em, right?