I need some assistance with these assignment. the stories of experience of stealing something Thank you in advance for the help!

I need some assistance with these assignment. the stories of experience of stealing something Thank you in advance for the help! In the ninth grade, everything changed when I was transferred to NVS Rajasthan, a sister school of my own that was in a different province of India.&nbsp.This new school was very different.&nbsp. It was out in the mountains, and big hills shot up on every side of it, a thick green as they rose.&nbsp. Although the school seemed far away from everything, it was only about five kilometres from the nearest town.&nbsp. Every weekend, since we had nothing better to do, I and the thirteen other students who had transferred from NVS Gujrat walked those five kilometres to the town in the morning and walked them back to the school in the evening.&nbsp.The next weekend we went back to the shop again.&nbsp. This time I didn't dare stand apart.&nbsp. The other boys stole things again, working in the same manner as before.&nbsp. They would call the shopkeeper over and ask him about a certain item, and then when he went to get it their hand would slip out and a small item nearby would make its way into their pocket.&nbsp.I set my eyes on a piece of candy with a bright blue-and-green wrapper.&nbsp. It was just next to the register, and should be easy to take, I thought.&nbsp. I walked up to the shopkeeper and put on my best schoolboy voice.&nbsp. “Excuse me, sir.” “Yes, boy?&nbsp. How can I help you?” “I've heard from the school that you sell pencils and notebooks.&nbsp. Can you show me what you have?” “Of course,” he said, and as he turned to show me where they were I pocketed the candy bar before I followed.&nbsp. It gave me a thrill that didn't go away for the rest of the day but stayed with me as we walked back to the school.&nbsp. I took the candy out of my pocket and looked at it, not eating it, but just laughing there amidst the tall mountains.&nbsp. The green-and-blue of its wrapper looked like the mountains against the sky.&nbsp.I wasn't even fifteen at the time, so I didn't realize the pain I must have been causing the shopkeeper when I stole his goods.&nbsp. All I knew was that it was easy for me, and I enjoyed doing it with my friends. As time went on, we kept making our weekly visits to the town and stealing things from the store.&nbsp. Now that we were all doing it we made a game of it, a competition.&nbsp.&nbsp.