The farewell assembly went perfectly. And when the batch of ‘19 stood for their final school anthem, three people in the crowd knew a secret: the real trophy wasn’t made of brass.
“There,” CG whispered, nodding toward a nervous sophomore near the gym. “He keeps glancing at the old storage closet. Not the trophy case. The closet.” school days hq cg 19
CG nodded. “He’s not a thief. He’s a kid who made a bad move because he thought he had no good ones left.” The farewell assembly went perfectly