I was one of the older boys at this school (at 14, we moved on to the senior school from our prep school) and we were supposed to keep a look out for the younger boys.
Reluctantly I agreed to try and steal for them – out of sheer fear. They really didn’t need to threaten the younger boy – that was just a bonus (though a lucky one for me, as it later turned out) – I was scared enough of them beating me up.
I went up to the shop – and tried to steal the bag of chocolate marshmallows they wanted – but I was an incompetent thief and I was caught.
As I was caught, I wasn’t scared of the shop owner at all. I wasn’t scared of the police who he threatened to call.
