In middle school I use to steal quarters from my Dad's change box and go buck wild on the snack bar at school.
I always had candy wrappers, Doritos bags, and the like in my pockets when my mom did the laundry. When she confronted me about it I said I couldn't stand litter and picked it all up. She believed it, and to this day still tells every girlfriend I bring home what s thoughtful environmentally conscious little boy I was.
I don't have the heart to tell her I was just a fat kid and a thief.
(This is a made up story for what I think is your homeowork)