"Why you need to know the amount?"
"Jason is a treacherous thief; he's not cutting his friends equal cuts, not even his own blood." Lillian headed to the back where the file cabinets were. She squeezed her fingers between two of them and retrieve a key while he buttoned his shirt. She pulled open a drawer after using the key to open the lock. In the top drawer were a box full of receipts rubber band together.
Brice grabbed the box from Lillian. "I've got to get to class." He left her as she scrambled for the phone. Darting up the stairs and flipping through the receipts, he whistled at the amount Jason kept for himself. When he reached his room, he glared outside his classroom window. The Tattletale members had their stereo turned up blasting rap music as members gather for a lawn party. "Get to class," he yelled through the glass.
Why won't they fight to stop the corruption? No the little gang just sit, kill and reap the pennies. He entered the hallway, gripping the proof. The teachers couldn't be blame for this. Before he returned to his classroom, he lingered by Margaret's door then he strolled up to her. "You're doing great work." Her students quiet down watching him leaving the classroom. He heard steps in the hallway. Seeing no one, he continued into his room.
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