The Jewel
They took something precious to me, and I'm going to get it back. No matter the cost. (FWIW: the cost is at least a month's lunch money.)
Meet the team:
The Driver: my older brother, Danny. Has a provisional license, and connections. Namely:
The Crim: Will. Expert at getting in and out of places. Cool head in a crisis.
The Artist: Jack's a girl, but don't point this out. Local graffiti-ist. My friend from school.
Guy Inside: Elaine. Used to go to school with Mum. Posted info online when the Jewel came in. Probably getting fired.
The Cover Story: Brian. School bully. Hates me. His garage is the hiding place. Cost: a month's lunch money.
We're here. Hoodies on, CCTV spray-painted. Will got us in. No security stuff inside. We get what -who- we came for and go.
They'd wrestled her out on a pole, yelping. She's never hurt anyone. If they'd walked her on a lead, she'd have followed. Quiet. Trusting. They were rough. She panicked, struggled to get back to us. I screamed her name. She fought harder. They yanked, choking her. Dad held me tight, my snot streaking his shirt. She looked back, frantic. Her eyes spoke. "Why don't they help me?" I felt her heart break.
Now she's smiling, whole. So am I. My Jewel.
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