"TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am..."

- Edgar Allan Poe 

After what Jack, Sirius and Remus had done, it was obvious we had to do something about it. He wasn't just going to go with just some sweet words from our english teacher. I overheard them talking about it after they were pulled out of the classroom and I heard 'threatened to kick us out of AEP'. I suddenly felt bad that Elise and I turned them in. Perhaps because they were sitting right behind us.

They were the victims of their own crimes. The victims of unconscionable conduct. Privacy has been known to be a serious issue over the years, with cyber bullying, stalking, nosy neighbours. Those boys must of thought it was a joke. Or they were desperate, extremely desperate. Desperate for my writing talents, and thought maybe if they touched my work it could rub off on them through some serious karma. 

Simply incomprehensible. 

 Diagnosis: puberty. Or perhaps: jealousy.

 It is difficult to understand the male race, when not only they are going through many changes, but they don't know when to draw the line, I gotta say, they wasted all my time. They don't know where to fall from grace (credits to Coldplay).  

We broke the seventh  commandment. Thou shalt not steal. We sinned, we are in debt to the Almightly God. We need grace,  we need not fall from it.  Jack asked his acquaintances where it was, we heard him inquire. They talked about their own sin. They blamed each other.  They doubted, dived within their minds to come up with suspects and possible explainations.

Will they ever know it was us? It was such a small crime. Nothing compared to what others had done. But enough to be noticed. Did it cause simple inconvenience? No... he borrowed other's belongings to salvage for what we had taken. 

Shall we apologise? Must we reconcile when they have not? Why does revenge taste so sweet?  Why must we redirect the blame? Afterall, sin is sin, and guilt is guilt. They have done nothing to repent to us or the Alimighty. Why would they? Aren't women inferior? Shouldn't we apologise to them? 

"I am sorry I am gifted in english and you are not, so much so you need to bathe in my successes." 

A boomerang apology. The blame is still going back to them. It shall never change course. Never stay with me as long as they have thrown it correctly. 

It was only in our possession for two days. Meant to be given back on the tomorrow of the crime but was giving back on the tomorrow of that tomorrow (whether this makes sense or not to you... it does not matter). 

Given back today. One could simply say we 'borrowed it'. Shall he ever know it was us? Perhaps the words we wrote on the back of my book's receipt he will recognise... 

"I hope you learnt a lesson..." 

It was their tennis lesson when we comitted the crime. By cheek and lie (eigth commadment) we stayed behind in the cottage where they changed to clothes appropriate for physical activity. We snuck into the cottage's kitchen, so eerily, stelthily, skulking silently. 

Looking as smug as an Olympic Gold Medalist. His bag lay there, black with a strip of green. We unzipped it, reaching into the depths and took it. It had been done successfully. She had not been caught in the act. They were indeed, the victims of their own crime. It swapped the hands of hers to mine, from mine to JW's to her home. We could not find the stolen belongings on the tomorrow of the crime, so the chance of return and reconciliation was missed. Like an arrow missing the target. 

Jack borrowed other's belongings. Did he know we were the convicted? We were the subject, the ones who stole it... did he know this? More importantly, would he tell the authority? 

We only borrowed it, he dropped it and we were meaning to give it back but never got the chance. Never... LIES. 

Only today, the tomorrow of the tommorow of the crime, did  I return it. I left my room of private study and escorted my friend to the cottage. I hid behind the wall so the teacher could not see. I was close to being found. My heart thumped loudly as I heard his voice, thick and masculine. I did not belong in that cottage, I belonged up in the room where recovering students should go. I had no right to be in there. Yet I there was, hiding, close to him seeing me. 

When all the students had left I snuck to the kitchen where his bag lay, checked it was his, after all, I could smell the smell of Jack. I unzipped it, placing the dreaded blue bag back in. His belongings had been returned. 

Shall he ever find out it was us? 

If he does... what will he do? Rip me in half again, tear up my soul... on the internet? 

Only time will tell. For now we wait in anticipation for the truth to be revealed. For the victims of their crimes to discover it was back, had it been in there all along? 

Only time will tell. 

It was a mindless prank, nothing compared to what others had done. 

They were the victims of their own crimes. Destined to defeat...

Our fate was with victory. Victory, over them. 

T H E  E N D 

Hopefully.... 

TO BE CONTINUED....