Let’s see what the second episode of C&PS has in store for our detectives-in-the-making!
She gave a perfect summary, but like the teacher, I didn’t notice. The sound of her voice was so soothing it distracted from what she was actually saying. I had no idea what it was, but for some reason she seemed flawless in everything she did. Even when she made a mistake, she’d correct it without effort, gracefully serenely.
‘Pippin? Pippin!’ Ronald called out to me. I snapped out of my trance and looked around. The entire class was staring at me.
‘Yes?’ My apparent confusion caused most of the students to burst out laughing. ‘What a dork!’ someone exclaimed.
The teacher slowly scraped his throat in an attempt to silence the hubbub. ‘Pippin, read the next passage.’
I frantically searched for the right part to read. I could feel my face flushing red when I couldn’t even recall the words I had heard less than five minutes ago. Did I even have the right book open? Luckily, Charlie put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down and pointed at the paragraph I was supposed to read. Some giggles went through the room as I read it, but I didn’t care much anymore.
Near the end of the day, as I was working on an assignment, Charlie tapped me on my shoulder. I gestured with my hand for him to go away, he knew I couldn’t just start a normal conversation with him right there.
‘Hey, I just checked out the bookshelf. There’s something fi-‘
‘Well,’ Ronald screamed through the classroom as he stood up from his chair. ‘School’s almost out, the bell will ring any minute now.’ A bunch of kids had already packed everything in anticipation, eyes glued to the clock. ‘Before you go, I want to tell you this. A couple of books are missing from this classroom. In fact, we’re missing the entire Crimebusters trilogy.’ A murmur spread through the classroom. Everyone was already compiling lists of possible suspects, some even going as far as saying “it’s probably that detective-crazy kid, Pippin”. Ronald lifted a heavy book off his desk and dropped it down, the noise of the slam echoing through the now otherwise silent classroom. ‘I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, so if you took ’em, by accident or not, I want them back in the classroom by the end of tomorrow. If not, I’m cutting break time in half until we’ve caught the book thief.’
The bell rang, causing everyone to jump out of their seats and sprint out the door as fast as they could. The teacher looked like he still had more to say, but he knew it was a lost cause and uttered a ‘whatever’ when he sat back down again.
‘Yeah.‘ Charlie said as he seated himself on my desk. ‘Looks like we have a busy week ahead of us.‘
I’m having way too much fun writing a children’s story in disguise. Or is it? I don’t even know, I just like the whole “kid living with an imaginary friend” thing, and passing it off as a shitty detective is super fun. (next)