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Stealing was a big word to say in this school. So when the homeroom teacher heard this, her lips quickly curved down. What more? It was too early, and the ss hadn’t even started, but something like this was already happening, which never happened before.
“Patricia, calm down first,” said the homeroom teacher as she went in front of the ss, cing her book down on her table. “Stealing is a huge word. Tell me what exactly happened. Every single detail.”
The room fell into silence, and the teacher cast the ss president a look.
The girl in the corner slowly rose to her seat and exined the situation in a more detailed
manner.
“I see.” The homeroom teacher nodded in understanding. She snapped her eyes at Patricia and said, “Patricia, I know your things are valuable to you. I’m saying all of our belongings are valuable to us and losing them isn’t a pleasant feeling. However, I hope that you have enough
evidence to prove Penny stole something that belongs to you.”
As a homeroom teacher, Ms. Sandford was aware all these students came from influential
families. If not, then they were gifted in other areas, especially in academics. Despite that, she
held a strong integrity of keeping everyone equal.
Patricia huffed and pointed at Penny again. “Teacher, what else is there to prove? There was never a case of stealing in this ss until she came in here!”
Miss Sandford frowned. “Patricia, have you not considered that you might’ve dropped it
elsewhere?”
“How could that be?! I already noticed it was missingst Friday when I got home! I went home right after school and noticed that my ne was missing! I checked my service, but it’s not
there!”
“Teacher.” One student raised a hand to get permission to speak. “Last Friday, I saw Penny stay here longer, even when everyone already left. Considering Patricia sometimes leaves her things in her drawer, anyone could get it.”
Everyone looked <b>at </b>the student with furrowed brows.
“It’s true<b>!</b><b>” </b><b>the </b>student intoned. “I came back because I forgot something in my drawer, and Penny was still here!”
<b>Patricia’s </b><b>face </b>turned sour and roared. “See<b>, </b>teacher?! There’s evidence!”
“That’s not evidence, but a witness,” Penny mumbled, pursing her lips when she received a death re from Patricia<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>I’m just </b>trying to <b>help</b><b>.” </b>
“How <b>dare </b>you correct me?<b>” </b><b>Patricia </b>scoffed<b>. </b>“Give me back my ne!”
The dismay in the <b>ss </b>returned <b>upon </b><b>hearing </b>the witness’s testimony. Now, they <b>were </b>more than certain Penny <b>stole </b>Patricia’s ne<b>. </b>
“Come <b>to </b>think of it, Patricia <b>approached </b>Penny and <b>gave </b>her a gift,<b>” </b>one of the students
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murmured. “Could it be that she snatched it away when Patricia was busy?”
Some students looked at each other with this <i>‘</i>rity.‘
Thinking Penny came to the school on a full schrship, they immediately assumed she was poor. And in their eyes, poor people tend to do bad things. If only they knew that sometimes, the most humane people were the ones who had nothing but their hearts.
Ms. Sandford’s frown deepened, thinking of the headmaster’s words about Penny. She also talked to Pennyst Friday to check up on her. And from what she could tell, Penny didn’t seem to be the type.
“Penny,” she called and waited for Penny to look in her direction. “Did you take it?”
Despite the harsh usation and the res of her ssmates, Penny kept an upright position and held her chin up high. “No. I didn’t, teacher.”
“Liar!” Patricia was quick to react. “Teacher, how can you ask her if she did it!? Of course, she will deny it.”
“Patricia, this is a big matter and we cannot simply judge until it’s proven,” Miss Sandford exined with a sigh. “We still need to investigate since –”
“What else is there to investigate?!”
Suddenly, another faculty staff from the other room stepped into the room. Everyone turned to the entrance, only to see their science teachere in.
Standing tall by the entrance, Mr. Anderson, the middle–aged teacher with a naturally cunning look, strutted in arrogantly. Seeing him, Miss Sandford frowned. Mr. Anderson was one of the most arrogant teachers, and he was also her senior. He had been teaching in the school for years and was expected to handle this grade’s top section, only for Miss Sandford to get the position. In other words, Mr. Anderson and Miss Sandford hadn’t been on good terms because he had been stirring trouble for her.
“Mr. Anderson, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“I came here when I heard themotion!” Mr. Anderson eximed. “Ms. Sandford, everyone on the floor, could hear themotion here. How can you not handle such a simple matter and let things get out of hand?”
Patricia calmed down a bit, knowing Mr. Anderson was on her side. “Mr. Anderson, this thief stole something from me<b>!</b><b>” </b>
“Tsk tsk.” Mr. Anderson clicked his tongue and shook his head, setting his eyes on Penny and then back to the homeroom teacher. “Miss Sandford, I know you haven’t been in this school for <b>years</b>. So, I don’t me you that you don’t know how to handle things like this.”
“Mr. Anderson<b>, </b><b>this </b>is my <b>ss</b>.” Miss Sandford held back her rising anger.
“It is your ss<b>, </b>but you clearly do not have the capacity to handle this situation! I do not me you<b>, </b>though. This <b>is </b><b>the </b>first time you have be a homeroom teacher.” Mr. Anderson intoned. “There’s a <b>reason </b>why homeroom teachers are appointed to each ss, so we can settle the matters without raising it to the administration!”
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“As a senior faculty staff, I’ll help with this situation.” Mr. Anderson magnanimously announced, as if he was doing her a favor. “You! Take off your bag and show all your belongings!”
Mr. Anderson marched inside and casually pointed his hand fan at the ss president. “President, go and inspect her bag.”
“Uh.” The ss president nced at their homeroom teacher before she rose from her seat.
Penny, on the other hand, observed Miss Sandford quietly. Thetter looked insulted and disrespected, but since Mr. Anderson was her senior and was already here, she held back any argument. An argument between teachers was something the students shouldn’t see.
Miss Sandford looked at Penny worriedly and also apologetically, but Penny just smiled at her. Miss Sandford couldn’t help but furrow her brows.
<i>‘</i>I’ve <i>always </i>
<b><i>Miss </i></b>Sandford. Don’t <b><i>worry</i></b><b><i>! </i></b><b><i>I’m </i></b><i>just letting </i>them <i>dig </i>their <b><i>graves </i></b>deeper.
“Penny, your bag.” The ss president stood beside Penny, her tone was firm. “We have to inspect your bag”
Penny nodded but then faced Mr. Anderson. “I will show you what’s in my bag, but Mr. Sandford, what consequences would the user get if I prove I didn’t steal anything?” Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
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