“She’s stealing from her own roommate? Is she that desperate?”
“I always knew there was something off about her. She’s such a loner. I guess she’s a thief, too.”
“Someone with such poor character shouldn’t be at this school. We need to report her and get her expelled.”
The whispers from the crowd outside grew louder.
“Queena, you’re too kind, too easy to push around,” Luna declared. “Why are you begging someone like her? Let’s just search her things.” Without waiting for a response, Luna marched over to Yvonne’s desk and started rummaging through it. In seconds, she pulled the “missing” diamond earrings from Yvonne’s pencil holder.
The discovery was so quick, it was obvious she had planted them there herself.
“My earrings!” Queena gasped, clutching them to her chest as if they were a long-lost treasure.
“Caught red-handed, Yvonne! What do you have to say for yourself now?” Luna demanded righteously.


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