|THE SKI TRIP (standard:mystery, 2915 words)|
|Author: Tisha Rogers||Added: Oct 19 2007||Views/Reads: 2115/1171||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The girls need three hundred dollars for a trip, but someone steals have of it. Who and Why?|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story needed help with the remainder. In a short time she was not only joined with her two friends but also two girls from their choir class rode their bikes into the yard. It wouldn't have seem so strange if the two were friends with one another but Candy knew for a fact that high-headed rich Abby Lawson didn't have or didn't want any connection with “poor as a church mouse,” as Abby called her, Amy Cantrell. The same thought must have run through Sammi's mind, “Hey, what are you two girls up to?” Abby stood next to her bike and replied, “Oh, Amy and I are just out riding. My Mother spoke with Missy's mother this morning, and she told my mother that you were having a yard sale to raise money for the trip, is this true?” The look on Abby's face was one of astonishment, as if having a yard sale was on the same level as murder or something. Before anyone could comment she continued, “How embarrassing for you, having to selling your precious possessions to complete strangers because you lack the funds to go on our choir trip, that of which you have worked so hard for.” She laid her hand on her chest in sympathy. Candy opened her mouth to reply when Abby interrupted with, “Oh, well, Amy is not going either. You all know she can't afford to do such things. But I have promised to bring back tons of pictures for her, haven't I Amy?” Amy's face was red with embarrassment, “I didn't say I wasn't going Abby, I told you I might not be going.” Abby reached out and patted Amy's hand, “It's okay, hon, we all know that some of us just can't afford trips, isn't that right girls?” She looked sorrowfully at each of them. Before anyone said another word, Sammi grabbed Candy's arm. “You know while they are here we could move that big desk out of the,” she had almost said “hide-a-way” which was their special word, “ shed, we agreed on selling it.” Mocking Abby she continued, “That is if Abby and Amy would be so kind as to lead a hand.” While Candy and Sammi cleaned off the top of the desk, Missy was busy cleaning out the drawers, the other two girls opted to stand and watch. “Don't forget to get that metal box out from under the desk, someone may trip on it,” reminded Missy. Candy retrieved the box and intended to place it on the table near where Abby and Amy stood, all of a sudden the sound of change falling got everyone's attention. Candy had missed the table and the box had landed at the feet of Abby and Amy. Bending to help pick it up Abby stated, “My, my, my! But where did you get all this money?” They each deposited the money they had picked up back into the box. “It's our change for the yard sale,” Missy said, “Sammi, you might want to count it to be sure we picked it all up.” As Sammi counted the money, the rest of the girls pushed and pulled the heavy desk toward the door. “All accounted for,” said Sammi, slamming the lid shut, “Now, for the desk.” The next three evenings after school was filled with sorting and pricing the yard sale items. Each of the girls seemed to be caught up in their work and didn't speak much, until Missy startled the other two when she smacked her forehead with her hand and exclaimed, “Wow, I almost forgot to tell you something!” The two girls stopped what they were doing and gave her their full attention. “Guess who Abby likes?” she said, waiting for an answer, when she only received a negative shake of the heads, she whispered slowly, “Jake Brewster.” They all looked at one another then started laughing. “Yeah, yeah, like that will every happen,” said Candy. “Besides that great piece of news, how did you find out?” Missy uncrossed her legs; stretch them out before her and leaned back against the wall. “Well, I just casually asked her about being with Amy the other day.” Candy took a drink of her tea and said, “You mean you were being nosey.” Missy, went on as though she didn't hear what Candy had said, “As I said, I casually asked her about being with Amy.” Candy also repeated what she had said only a little louder than before, “You mean you were being nosey!” Missy, glanced in her direction, leaning forward, “Okay, all ready, I was being nosey. Don't tell me you didn't want to know.” By this time Sammi had abandon her boxes and the three formed a circle as they waited for Missy to continue. “Okay, after I asked Abby about Amy she said that she would tell me so I wouldn't think she had lost her mind and started running around with “poor” people. This is how the story went. Abby wanted a new ski suit for the trip. Since everyone but her, Amy, and Jake were new skiers they would be allowed to go on the slopes while the rest of us would have to have lessons. Well, she wants to impress Jake so she wants a new outfit. She told her mother that she knew a girl that was “poor” and she felt it her duty to give her the old outfit because she couldn't afford one. About that time, since Abby had inviting her over, Amy knocked on the door. Abby said she gave her mother that, “what am I suppose to do” look and her mother agreed to give the old suit to Amy.” Missy paused and took a drink of tea, then continued, “Anyway, Abby knows that Amy is not going on the trip, so she is all smiles thinking she has Jake all to herself. Just about the time she finishes telling me about being alone with Jake, Amy comes down the hall toward us. Guess what? She is going on the trip.” Missy sort of falls back against the wall again as if it took all her energy to relay her story, waiting for a respond. “So, her being nice to Amy was only a cover-up for her own selfish motives.” Sammi said, moving back toward the boxes she had been working on. “That is sad, pretending to be someone's friend just to get something for yourself.” Candy said. “I'm glad she got the money to go, Abby may not be so glad since she has to share her Jakey.” They all started laughing again. After they worked for a couple more hours the boxes had been marked and stacked in the corner of the room. “Hey, we only have a couple more boxes to mark, want to mark them or wait until after we have something to eat?” Missy asked. “Hmmm, I say let's get it done, how about you Candy?” Candy grabbed the box placing it in the middle of the floor, “I agree, then what about some pizza?” After the pizza break they drop their flyer off at the local paper advertising what time and place the sale would be. They were nearing Candy's house when she said her mother was leaving a box of items on the front porch they could have. When they entered the yard they could see not only one box on the porch but several. “Missy, would you go get the moving dolly out of the hide-a-way, then Sammi and I will load it. Mom must have done some serious cleaning.” She laughed. Within minutes she was back, a blank look on her face. “What's wrong, Missy?” Sammi and Candy heading down the steps at the same time. In a disbelieving voice she said, “We've been robbed.” Even though the police searched the area they couldn't find any clues. It wasn't a forced entry for they had left the hide-a-way unlocked. Several of the boxes had been overturned or emptied on the floor. The main item missing was the metal box that held the cash. One hundred and fifty dollars, now it seem the trip was definitely off if the money wasn't found. Even with the yard sale they couldn't raise the needed three hundred dollars. With sad hearts and faces they entered the hide-a-way to repack the boxes. They worked silently until Sammi said, “Okay, let's do some brain storming. I know we have already went over it with the police but let's talk some more about it.” Candy placed the last box in the corner, “There was one interesting question the police asked, how many others besides us knew the money was in the metal box.” Sammi said, “Our answer was, our parents, Abby and Amy. Was their someone else?” “That's her point, Sammi,” Missy retorted, Abby and Amy.” Sammi looked almost as heartbroken as when the money was discovered missing. “You don't think Amy took it do you? I mean like, she said several days ago she had the money to go on the trip. The money didn't come up missing until today.” Missy sit down on one of the boxes, “I don't like how this conversation is going, I can't believe Amy would steal from us or anyone else. On the other hand, Abby wouldn't have any reason too.” They all agreed they hoped it wasn't Amy but they couldn't dismiss the fact there simply wasn't anyone else that knew what was in the box. It was such a beat up old thing that to the unknowing eye it would seem it belonged in the trash. The next day the three was facing a very angry Abby. “Do you realize just how embarrassed I was when the police came to my house with questions about your theft. I don't know why you would imply that I had anything to do with it. If I was you I would be questioning Amy, she is the poor one you know. If I want something I'm quite sure my parents could afford it, don't you?” she asked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked down the hall. She didn't give them a chance to explain they had not accused her of anything; just part of the procedure in an investigation, the police would also be questioning Amy. Just at that moment Amy was walking toward them, “Well, here comes our next chewing.” Sammi said. Amy crossed to the other side of the hall, eyes downcast and walked past them without a word. “Well, what does that imply to you?” asked Candy. “Wonder if our money has been discovered?” asked Missy, sounding sad. Saturday arrived without contact from the police. The girls decided to have the yard sale even though it wouldn't raise three hundred dollars, simply because it had been advertised. At the end of the day they were more than surprised to have raised two hundred and thirteen dollars. “Wow, we would have made it with money left over.” Candy said, as she finished counting their profit. “Yeah, and eighty-seven dollars more and we could still go.” Missy chimed in. Candy's mother came outside just as the girls put the last table back in the garage. “Girls, I just received a call from the police. We're to go down to the station, sounds like they may have caught your thief.” They couldn't have been more surprise to see Abby and her parents sitting in a little cubicle. Seem that Abby's mother found the money in Abby's backpack. When confronted Abby confessed she had taken it. Her story was she wanted Amy to get blamed for it so she couldn't go on the trip. She expected everyone would think it was Amy since she was so “poor”. She had found out that her dreamboat Jake liked Amy and was looking forward to going skiing with her. All in all it was plain jealousy. The money was returned to the girls, they went on the trip and had a great time. Amy also went; her trip was paid for with the money she had earned baby-sitting. She and Jake had a wonderful time too, and continued their relationship after the trip. As for Abby, well, she didn't go. Her parents don't give her everything she wants any more either. And next weekend she has to have a yard sale in order to pay back the money for the expensive ski suit she had purchased on her mother's credit card. Life is great! Tweet
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