“No.”
“Okay.” He stood up and
walked over to a television in the
corner of the room. “Trevor, the
police have video footage of the
whole thing. We’d like you to take a
look at it.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
My heart was pounding in my
chest. Well, life, it’s been fun, I
thought. I’m going to get expelled.
I’m going to go to jail. This is it.
Mr. Friedman pressed Play on
the VCR. The tape started. It was
grainy, black-and-white security-
camera footage, but you could see
what was happening plain as day.