Event - It was the 9th grade and all the kids were getting class rings. They were ugly things that no one would ever wear. I didn't order one. But there was this guy I hated that did. And every day at lunch we'd all hang out by the handball courts and shoot the s**t. And everyone had their new rings to bring home. He had his in a bag because it didn't fit right. He turned around for like 10 seconds and I tossed the bag into the trash. As I was walking away I could hear him cursing things like "where the hell is it"! It took me about 2 seconds to feel really bad. But I kept on walking. I figured I'd come back after school and dig it out, then get it back to him somehow. But I searched through the whole can and found no ring.
Apology - Maybe he found it. I don't know. But I felt so bad about it that I didn't even go to school the next day. It was the end of the year anyway. And no one wears those things, right? Trust me that I felt really bad about it.
