Back in seventh grade I didn't have many friends. Another thing I lacked was any kind of allowance. My mom gave me $1 a day for school lunch, while the other kids were able to walk around the neighborhood with five big ones, buying pizza or doughnuts for their lunch. Some girls would even make the trek to CVS or Rite Aid and spend their ample “lunch” money on makeup. Because I wasn't blessed with cash, I started stealing. First I stole ice cream from the crowded delis at lunch hour. Then it was…