Short Stories Literally

Criminal

I was in school with a friend he was on his phone. Oh my name is Carla by the way!

"Hey are you ok Jacob?" I ask

"Yeah I'm fine" He replies

I stare at his phone he got the text he'd been dreading. "Now," it said.

I widen my eyes, what was going he to do, who is this person? I ask so many questions for my brain, but I can't answer it. Jacob walks away from the table and walks out of the classroom. What was going on?

"Hey Mrs. Carlson can I go to the nurse I don't feel well" I pretend to look sick

"Alright grab the pass and go there and can you go check on Jacob he just walked out of the classroom" She responds

I grab the pass and start walking out of the classroom with the pass. I place the pass into my pocket so teachers wouldn't get a suspicion. I look around and see Jacob walking out of school.

"This isn't good" I whisper

I drop the pass onto the floor and walk over to the window. I watch what Jacob was doing, he was spray painting on the walls. I saw red and blue lights coming over. I run outside grab him and also grab the spray paint can, I pull him into the school.

"What are you doing!?" I exclaim

"None of your business" he responds

"Why are you doing this, you know better not to do anything terrible like this" I start bawling my eyes out

"You could get in trouble" I squeeze his arms hard

"I'm doing this for a reason"

"Why are you doing this"

"Because" he gulps "I'm being made to"

"Are you being blackmailed?"

"Don't say that aloud" he whispers

"Why aren't you standing up for yourself"

"'Cause they have something"

"Like what?"

"They have something of yours"

"What is it?"

"Your grandma's necklace"

"Who stole it?"