text: Regular guy. At least that's what everyone else says. Football team, basketball team, hell even played baseball a year or two. Perfect grades. Even my teachers think in the next couple of years I'm ready for the Ivy league. I have the perfect girlfriend. The perfect parents. And to top it all off I'm apart of the, how do you say "popular crowd." I don't think I could ask for a better life.All i'm saying is when you have it all, you always want more. I think it all started maybe a few weeks after school had started. There was this kid, younger than most of the people in my calculus class. Couldn't of been older than 15. And "lucky me" I sat right next to him. He would talk to me and I'd make small talk, just to pass the time. But the kid bothered me. I knew he didn't have any friends. He was that kid that sat by himself at lunch. Just weird. But I had an idea. I got together with my friends. To go and mess with this kid. Good ole' fashioned fun. My friends and I knew the kid walked home from school. So we got the idea to "pretend" kidnap him. We a got plan together. And put it into action one Friday night. We were all dressed in black. And to top it all off ski masks. Then just to add more of a scare factor my friend Murphy, got his dads gun, not loaded of course, for added effect. He had stayed after school late that day, and we waited for him to start his walk home. We followed him for about 10 minutes , then we pulled up next to him and grabbed him. It was so funny watching him scream. The terror on his face was just unbelievable. He started to cry and one of my friends started to hit him. He wouldn't shut up. Then Murphy, pulled the gun out and pointed right at him. The little loser didn't say a word. Murphy put the gun to his head. We all couldn't stop laughing. I hadn't had this much fun in my entire life. It seemed as much as the tears kept coming from him, the harder we laughed. Then Murphy pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. Now I'm not so much of a regular guy. No more football team. No more basketball team. All my friends or at least the people who I thought were my friends have all but gone. My parents don't even look at me the same. I have lost it all. I lost everything. And then the after effects. Kidnapping. Mastermind to murder. Manslaughter. And now I am awaiting the trial of the rest of my life. If I wouldn't of been so damn cocky. I thought I had it all and didn't realize I could lose it all in an instant. But that's the thing when you have it all. You always want more. But I was too dumb to realize I simply had enough.