So the title kind of says it all but let me tell you the whole story with all the weird and wonderful details.

So on the Friday - the same week as I did my little voodoo session that may or may not have caused my friends (that I was currently not friends with at the time) got caught stealing at the local supermarket - My parents had planned a weekend trip.

They rented a cabin up in the woods near a lake so my dad and brother could go fishing. Me being a 14 year old rebellious teenager, I begged my parents to leave me behind so I could have the house for myself for the weekend but they weren’t having it - I was coming along.

Although after the week I had it was actually a pleasant experience to get out of town for a while and not think of anything else. Whilst my dad and brother was fishing my mom and I went for walks in the woods and in the evenings we were all cozy around the fire. It was nice.

On the Sunday evening we pulled up on our driveway after returning from the trip and immediately we all noticed something odd.

All the blinds on the windows that was facing the street was down. We started questioning each other if any of us had pulled the blinds down before we left but of course no one had.

Once we got inside it was even weirder. In the living room my dad noticed that a full bottle of Bacardi was missing from his liquor cabinet and the back door leading out to our back yard was unlocked.

We all freaked out, someone had been in our home. All of us immediately started looking for stuff that was missing. My mom claimed one of the kitchen towels were missing. Other than that and the Bacardi it seemed like nothing else was missing weirdly enough, we did have things of value but it was all still there.

My brother and I went to check on his hamster who (before you say anything - yes you can leave a hamster with enough food and water for up to three days) seemed fine and then I noticed the weirdest thing - The sheets in my bed was missing.

What the f#ck?

My dad called the police and reported the incident, the police came around and then proceeded to ask around the neighbourhood in case someone had seen something.

A girl around my age that lived a couple of houses next door reported to the police that when she arrived home late on the Saturday evening she had spotted three bikes parked at the edge of the forest behind our house, one of them was orange.

When police told us this I immediately made the connection, Fred owned an orange bike, and there was three of them so Nellie and Izzy was with him.

It was them. Come the f#ck on.

I was so angry when I figured it out, like they haven’t tortured me enough now they break into my house?

I told the police straight away what I knew, that I was 100% sure that it must’ve been them - I thought let them have it let’s sue their asses!

However as soon as I told, my dad immediately told the police that he wanted to call off the police report and he would like to handle this himself.

My dad then proceeded to contact their parents and explain the situation and all of our parents decided that we should all get together as a group and talk about what had just happened as everything had pretty much spiralled out of control.

So we did. My parents and I. Fred and his dad and (crazy) mom AC, Nellie and her parents and Izzy and her parents. We all met at Nellies dads office that had a meeting room. There I sat staring intently at the three of them. I was so angry and the situation was so awkward. Our parents literally forced us to tell us everything that was going on.

So we started all telling our versions, Izzy went on about how fake I was and how insulted she was, paiting me as the bad guy, and I told everyone how bullied I felt the last week, then Nellies dad asked the group to tell us about the night of the break in.

It had all started with Fred, Nellie and Izzy being really bored on the saturday evening. The three of them was hanging out in the playground in my neighbourhood. Now the playground was on a hill so from the playground you could clearly see the second floor of our house. That’s where they spotted that my brothers bedroom window (that was facing the street but was situated by our balcony) was left open a bit.

They all started joking about how easy it would be to break in eventually one of them said “let’s just do it!” They knew we were away because I had posted pictures on social media.

In the hid of darkness later that night they snuck into our back yard after parking their bikes by the edge of the woods. They found a ladder behind our garage and Izzy - being small and swift - used it to climb up to the balcony and enter the window. She went down through the house and opened the back door for Nellie and Fred and in they went.

At first they didn’t know what to do so they decided to just play a trick on me then leave.

They found my brothers hamster and decided to take his little hamster toilet and empty it in my bed so there was sand and hasmter poo/pee everywhere. That was it then they left through the back door leaving it unlocked.

However as soon as they got out they felt bad and after much debating they decided to go back in again and make right of the situation. So they went up to my bedroom again and took the sheets (like we wouldn’t notice - I know!) obviously the sand and hamster-poo went everywhere on the floor as they did it so one of them got the kitchen towel to mop it up. They decided to bring it with them and just throw it in the garbage. However on the way out one of them decided to grab the Bacardi which they took with them as well. They through away my sheets and the towel in a trash-can on another street then got drunk off the Bacardi and that was it.

I had to hold back so much to not burst out laughing - that was the worst burglar attempt I’ve ever heard. I could not believe my ears.

They were all crying at this point begging my parents for forgiveness.

Nellies dad being quite rational offered my parents to pay for the stolen things and then all of our parents agreed we would stop fighting this instant, make up and don’t ruin our friendships as we had all been friends since we we’re little kids.

Looking at them I could see they genuinely regretted it so I forgave them, I also apologized for talking behind Izzy’s back (who know that such a minor mishap could lead to all of this?) and that was it.

After that everything went back to normal. We all forgot about it and became friends again. I was welcomed back into our group of friends in school and my hell was over.

Still to this day people ask me how I could forgive such a thing, but the thing was they just made a stupid mistake and deep down we were really good friends so I was able to overlook it.

One more thing.

In the meeting our parents of course made us promise to NEVER do ANYTHING illegal again.

Do you think we kept that promise?