I'm Not As Organized as I Seem

Okay, so here’s something that's been eating away at me for weeks now. At school, everyone knows Mrs. Johnson from the math department; she’s one of those teachers who has everything perfectly sorted and her desk is always pristine. She even keeps a tiny whiteboard on top of it to track daily tasks in neat bullet points. Well, there was this time when I noticed she had an extra pack of blue pens lying around, and you know how I love blue pens, right? They’re just so comfortable to write with. So one day, while Mrs. Johnson was out discussing something with the principal, I felt a sudden urge to borrow those blue pens without her permission. I mean, what’s a couple of blue pens among colleagues? But now it's like this weight is on my chest because I know I shouldn't have taken them. The funny thing is, now every time Mrs. Johnson passes by my classroom and sees me using blue pens, she smiles at me as if to say, 'You’re doing well today,' but really, all I’m thinking is that it’s her pens I'm using! It's a silly little secret, but it’s driving me crazy.