Fuck.
I ran to Teddy’s house in
Linksfield. No Teddy. Monday
morning I went to school. Still no
Teddy.
Fuck.
Now I was worried. After
school I went home and checked at
my house again, nothing. Teddy’s
house again, nothing. Then I ran
back home.
An hour later Teddy’s parents
showed up. My mom greeted them
at the door.
“Teddy’s been arrested for
shoplifting,” they said.