Wrong Choice

My desire for travel was getting out of hand. I would be walking down the street in my local town, jogging down the stairs in my own home, and suddenly I would want - no - need to be somewhere else. I thought I was dreaming when the day came. The day when I woke up and found myself in dense emerald forest thousands of miles from home. But I wasn't. I was right there, basking in the Caribbean heat - bliss. Once I realised, I immediately thought of my family. Where would they think I had gone? So I thought long and hard about a way home, and as I noticed the tingle of my skin becoming less intense, I opened my eyes to the familiar walls of the room where I had spent years dreaming of where I had just been. I knew I could go wherever I wanted to, and as a family with little money, this could be life-changing. But power changed me; power got the better of me. Knowing that I could have anything I wanted drove this feeling inside me, this person I didn't even know I was capable of being. Then I stole. I stole from the people just like me - even those worse-off than me!

And just like that, I had become someone just as bad as those I resented before that fateful day.