A Bad Choice

I try to forget about what I did an hour ago. I try to get it out of my head but I just can't. Well, at least nobody knows that it was me. A voice keeps popping up in my head that what I did was very wrong.
I was riding my bike around the neighbourhood when I saw something in a shop window, glinting in the sunlight. I couldn't resist it. I looked around and there was nobody in sight. I tried to hold myself back but I couldn't. I ran up and smashed the window. There was a loud cracking sound. I heard running footsteps. I didn't know what to do. I reached in, picked up the class case, shoved it into my bag and jumped onto my bike. I rode away as fast as I could.
When at last I arrived home and saw my mum sitting inside watching TV I was relieved until I saw what was on the screen. There was a video taken of me riding away. I wonder if anybody will come looking for me? Will I lie? Oh, I don't know.
I still can't get over what I've done. I wish that I could change everything but it's too late now!