Good day," he said and bowed to a charmed Mrs. If you find the owner, she knows where she can claim it. "I'd prefer to keep it in my possession for now. "What did you say the girl was wearing?" "A tennis outfit, miss." "For Halloween?" She laughed and reached for the racket. Shhh, already!" "Sir, you can leave the racket with us and we can make an announcement," I heard Mrs. "So what?" "He's looking for us!" "How can he be looking for us? It was dark, stupid!" "That guy saw us! He probably found the spray cans on the lawn and whatever stuff you sprayed on the wall as proof! And he has my dad's tennis racket!" "Damn, freak, if you hadn't hit me none of this would have happened." "If you hadn't been born, none of this would have happened, you creep. "Shhh! That's the butler from the Mansion!" I whispered, pointing.
"What are you doing?" Trevor asked, trying to wriggle away. I pulled a fuming Trevor to the wall, where we could safely overhear the conversation. And hanging from his pale, bony hand was my dad's tennis racket. It was Creepy Man! Standing pale in the bright fluorescent light, his long gray overcoat shrouding his skinny body. But I was distracted by a strange figure talking to the secretary in the principal's office. Trevor paused, staring down at me like he was going to explode. I had taken away Trevor's pride, his girlfriends, and now had forced his best friend to betray him and side with the enemy. He's a perfect gentleman!" But then I realized everything.
"I see you made it home safely," I continued, pursuing him. But he thought better of speaking and walked on. "Since your trigger finger is out of commission." He stopped and stared at me coldly. "Guess you'll have to miss a few sessions of graffiti club," I joked.
"I guess it's a good thing you don't play soccer with your hands!" He ignored my comments and continued to walk to class. "Making a fashion statement?" I teased, catching up to him. I noticed something unusual about his indoor ensemble- he was wearing a golf glove on his right hand. I was making my way to history class when I spotted Trevor walking ahead of me.
0 kommentar(er)
