shouldâve known to stay away, full stop!â
I turns out I wasnât wrong about the lecture. Mr. Middleton is waiting at the front of the class again. This time Ms. Bryans stands beside him, mimicking his stern stance, both of them with their arms crossed firmly over their chests.
As soon as weâve taken our seats and are quietly reading novels or finishing homework assignments, Mr. Middleton strides over to the door and shuts it with a bang that is as sharp as a gunshot. Several students jump in their seats. I swear I see Ms. Bryans smile. Just for a second.
âI need everything off your desks and your attention firmly up here,â Mr. Middleton begins. He waits until everyone is watching him.
âI regret having to say this, but the situation with this homeroom has gone from bad to worse,â he says, shaking his head at us to reinforce the point. âAs a class you are representing Windrush School very poorly. We already have a tenuous â to say the least â reputation in the borough. Iâd expect all of you to behave with even more diligence because of that. Now, Iâm not saying all of you were involved in the goings on of late, but, as a class, you are a team.â
I dig my fingernails into the fleshy pad of my palm, distracting myself with the pain. Mr. Middleton is so wrong. Did he really forget what itâs like to be a teenager? Weâre hardly a team. Itâs more like survival of the fittest. Not a day goes by where someone isnât bullied, whether online or in person.
âWe strongly suspect,â Ms. Bryans says, âthat the culprit took the money during the lunch hour yesterday. According to Ms. Thompson that money was â without question â still on the filing cabinet when she left the room.â
Mr. Middleton nods. âHowever, Mr. Ravi did not see the tin the following period when he came to teach your first afternoon class.â
âThatâs because he was reading a newspaper the whole time,â someone mutters.
Ms. Bryans looks sharply in the direction of the comment. A tiny blue vein pulses above her left temple.
âWhat we are saying,â she interjects, âis that it is almost certain that the money was taken during yesterdayâs lunch. We also have several witnesses who saw a student from this homeroom coming out of the class during the lunch break without permission.â
The words hit me like a sack of bricks. Suddenly the room is too bright and the buzzing sound of the lights fills my ears. Somebody saw me. For a moment Iâm afraid I might vomit or faint, or possibly both. The school will phone home if Iâm caught. Theyâll want to talk to Mom. Then everything will fall apart. Iâll end up in care for sure.
âNow, of course weâre not accusing anyone,â Mr. Middleton breaks in, shooting Ms. Bryans a warning look. âBut I do expect to see that particular individual in my office by the end of the day, as it would be of benefit if the student volunteered his side of the story before being approached by me.â
Mr. Middleton pauses for a moment. Some students shoot accusatory glances at each other.
He clears his throat loudly. âFurthermore if this student chooses to do the right thing, it will most certainly help me make a decision as to whether or not this class will be attending the school disco next week.â
Iâm stunned. His side of the story. Thatâs Mr. Middleton just said. Wasnât it? Maybe they donât suspect me at all. Have I gotten away with stealing the charity fund? Or are they just trying to see if I have the guts to confess my crime?
CHAPTER 13
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