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Gangster Schofield – Page 5

“Activate!!” I shouted. All of a sudden, everything froze. Everything, except my computer monitor. I had written in the program that a number would flash in the upper right hand corner. It would flash so fast that Chet couldn’t see it, but I could. I went over, took his glasses, and hid them in one of my suit coat pockets. After that, I hid under my desk. The time ended, and I appeared.

“Where did you go?” Where did my glasses go?”

“I’m under here, and your glasses are here!” I said, reaching

As I was typing, Karin came in and told us that it was time for lunch. “That’s great Adam, but what if someone reads it and believes it, or one of those guys…” Chet started.

“We’ll use pen names and call it fiction. Plus, we’ll add and subtract parts to make it less believable.”

“Like the part with the police?”

“Exactly,” I replied. Chet and I called it a day, and I went to find Tracy. Finding her still immersed in my story, I told her it was time for lunch, and she asked to read it later. I said it would be okay. She left the pile of printer paper on her bed, and came with me down to the dining room.