"Mr.Jefferson! Huh,huh,huh." Reia screamed as she bargged into Vista Ridge.
"What seems to be the problem? Oh and I am very sorry about the accident about your father and happy birthday!" Mr.Jefferson quickley cried.
"Thank you. I came here to say did you see it happen? You know the accident about my dad?" Reia quiestioned still trying to catch her breath.
"No, of course not, I am way too far busy to see what goes on outside of this building. One of my PTA members had seen it. So I told my brother and because your dad was really ric- I mean important so I decided to put it on the news." Mr.Jefferson said.
"Oh, well thank you for this little talk. Bye." Reia replyed gloomly as she waved bye and jogged away. But while she was walking, the conner of her eyes caught a convertable that was the same exact one she had got for her 16th birthday by her very own dad!
"Oh my gosh! It Isn't ruined!" Reia shouted as she rushed over to the veichle. "Mr.Jefferson or the PTA member must have made up an lie! And Mr.Jefferson was about to say umm... rip, rit, rig, RICH! So Mr.Jefferson just wanted to have the money! I knew I couldn't turst that old man! " Reia screamed all in frustration as she got into her birthday gift and started to drive real slow like an turtle so she wouldn't get caught driving with no drivers licences.
"Mom!!!" Reia said as loud as her voice would last.
"Honey you got the car back? It Isn't ruined?" Reia's mom cried confussed.
"You know Mr.Jefferson, well he killed our dad, he just wanted to get into his wallet!" Reia screamed.
"I knew I couldn't trust that old man!" Reia's mom cried sounding as if she had just solved an mysterey. Mrs.Post and herself paced to Joy to tell her the "news".
"OMG! I knew I couldn't trust that old man!" Joy screamed.
"Yep, we are all on the same page." Reirei exclamied. So what should we do? I mean it's not like we solved anything. They just rested and thought of ideas that poped in their heads.
"I've got it! We should team up!" Joy said as she ran to go grab Josh, Jake, and Jake's group(3 people) from the party so that they would have a group. Jake was with Joy, Jake's group was together, and Reia and her mom were together.The eight people marched to Vista Ridge with all of the girls dresses flowing in the wind. They tip-toed to Mr.Jefferson's office to find any luck. Luckely they found a notebook paper crumbled note saying "Dear family, dad went to work today and got over 100 dollers! Aren't I an awesome worker? In the meanwhile daddy will be in the building trying to get more money. If you need me I will be in the computer lab. If I am not there I am somewhere else in the building. Love, Your dad." read the note.
"Ugh!" Reirei screamed showing a disgusted face after she had read the note.
"He is in the computer lab! Now we surley got him!" Jake shouted heading toward the computer lab.
"Not so fast! He wrote that in the note so if the note ever gets in the wrong hands no one will really know where he is dummie!" Reia cried as Joy her friend blurted "BURNed!"
"How about we split up?" Mrs.Post asked as they all agreed and spilt in other dierections like a bunch of ants doing their job. Jake who still couldn't understand what Reia had told him checked the computer lab just to be sure. Reia on the other hand checked all the classrooms upstairs and found no luck. They practicaly tore up the whole building. Nobody from the group had luck. All of them were bummed out execpt Reia who was quiet ever since they went on the search for her dad. She was thinking really hard and everybody knew that she was because she was doing her thinking face which looked like she was a blind person trying to read something.
"Hmm... hmmm...hmmm." Reia mumbled still thinking.
"Ok, we get it with the hmmm thing ma bob. Can we just get this over with? We are going to miss Reia's party!" Joy exclaimed. They stumbled back home where the party was. Nobody really noticed the people who left. Which was a good thing. Reia was still thinking and nobody knew what she was thinking about, only if she could finally talk.
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