Part 18: Theft

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Jack didn't awnser the door the other day. (As I requested of him). My mom just drove the two of us home angrily. The next day I met jack and Emily by the door of homeroom, the three of us sat down together talking amongst ourselves as Mr Brown calmed the class down as usual. Before he could finish another boring sentence we hear the click of the announcements speaker. The principle says with a weary tone, "good morning west high. At 12:30 we will be switching your periods. We have an important meeting during this time, Someone stole all of the school laptops and it is very important to our school and students for exams. Our fellow council will interview each and every one of you. So, without further advice, I will see you at noon." And the click of the speaker stops. We all look around murmuring to our fellow classmates about this event. Mr Brown, shocked Like the rest of us, dismisses everyone to the hallway. As I catch up to Emily and jack we stroll to get our books chattering, "this is absolutely crazy! Someone took All of the loner laptops!" Emily screeches. "Looks like I will have to start bringing my Chromebook in." Jack says hitting me with a smile. I grip his hand and we keep walking. "Ugh! Get a room!" Emily gags sprinting away to the lockers as me and jack just laugh. Emily opens her locker and starts combing her hair. "Anyway, I Hope they do the talent show this year. We can all do something together!" She says over the sounds of knots ripping through her scalp. "Of course I have some ide-" I say my voice getting cut out with the sound of laptops pouring out of my locker. I stand there shocked, paralyzed. Emily freezes also stunned. Everyone in the hall freezes and gains attention. Jack gives me a glare. "I hope those aren't the school laptops.." "me too" Emily follows his sentence. I pick up the hopeless computer with our school label shining on the front. I get a lump in my throat as the sound of whispers surround me.  before I move, Jack starts shoving the laptops into his arms. "We can return them anonymously." He says puzzled.

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