Post by Julian Zouvelekis on Jan 10, 2010 1:28:01 GMT -5
Julian had snuck outside between first and second period, needing a run to calm himself. Hearing a car pulling in, he ducked behind a tree and relaxed when he saw it was Bree Marcus in her really yummy sports car. He observed its finer points as she parked it and got out to head inside. She was obviously worried about being late for she left the top down.
Julian rarely acted in a criminal manner, but he had been admiring the car for months and just wanted a peek inside. When he was sure its owner was long gone, ran over and jumped inside and began to admire the leather seats and many luxurious extras. His hand hit something hard under the seat and being the curious boy he was pulled out an Italian leather briefcase. There were Irises stamped on the fine leather and he had never seen anything quite so fine in his life. Pulling out his Swiss army knife he carefully opened it. Inside there was a bunch of papers and then some pale purple stationary that had ‘From the Desk of Aubrey Marcus’ embossed in silver ink. “What a useful thing!” Julian muttered and took several sheets before carefully putting away the briefcase. Immediately the gears in his brain began to turn and he headed back inside to stash his prize in his locker.
Julian rarely acted in a criminal manner, but he had been admiring the car for months and just wanted a peek inside. When he was sure its owner was long gone, ran over and jumped inside and began to admire the leather seats and many luxurious extras. His hand hit something hard under the seat and being the curious boy he was pulled out an Italian leather briefcase. There were Irises stamped on the fine leather and he had never seen anything quite so fine in his life. Pulling out his Swiss army knife he carefully opened it. Inside there was a bunch of papers and then some pale purple stationary that had ‘From the Desk of Aubrey Marcus’ embossed in silver ink. “What a useful thing!” Julian muttered and took several sheets before carefully putting away the briefcase. Immediately the gears in his brain began to turn and he headed back inside to stash his prize in his locker.