Impulse Crimes

My short blonde hair bounced on my shoulders as I walked down the hallways. My white keds, luckily made no sound on the tiled floors. I turned the corner, ducking down to see the rows of syringes and different bottles full of liquid lining the walls. I snuck up to the cabinet , opening it up to show various medical supplies.

I carefully picked out the bottles I needed, and grabbed three syringes.

Quickly turning on my heels, I started to walk out, stopping dead in my tracks. My eyes followed the tall man standing in front of me, in uniform.

"Oh, Pam. You are not gonna be able to talk yourself out of this. They're gonna throw you out."

The fear bubbled inside me.

Busted.