After the latest incident, the police tightened the security around Sandy. That meant that she would be dropped off and picked up directly in front of school.
No buts!
And that meant...
Keith burst into class 9-B during the morning break and went straight to Sandy, pencil and notepad ready. "Ms Gould, why do you have the police dropping you off in front of school?"
"No reason," Sandy told him.
In reality, Sandy wanted to tell the truth. Of course she would like the school to know that she was some unknown heiress to a vast estate. She would be famous and everyone would like her.
But she had not received her money yet. And Selina had advised her not to tell anything, not yet. There were still people out to get her and she should not make it easy for them to find her.
So she firmly told Keith at lunch time, "I'm not telling."
Yeah, Keith the 'reporter-in-training' had bugged her again at lunch time. And once more after school, just as she was stepping into her ride home.
And on Wednesday, the next morning, when she was stepping out of the patrol car. By the morning break, Sandy was already tired of Keith's persistence.
"Look, I'm a witness to a crime. The cops are keeping me safe until the trial," Sandy told him. Of course it was a complete lie.
"Really?" Keith was already scribbling in his always-present notepad. "What were you a witness to?"
And of course, one lie would lead to another lie. "I... saw someone shoplift in Ms Megamall..."
"Okay, but why would the police need to protect you if you're a witness to such a small crime?"
And another. "It was a mob boss who did it! I'm to be protected from assassins sent by him!"
"Why would a mob boss be shoplifting in the first place?"
And yet another. "He needed to buy a gift for his daughter and he didn't bring his wallet that day!"
And his daughter had a serious temper-tantrum-throwing tendency. And she had been the cause of the fire the previous month when a house had burned down all because she could not get the latest Kuchiclan doll. And Kuchiclan dolls were manufactured by Flaxian space aliens from Alpha Centauri looking to get their hands on the local currency. And the Flaxians needed money to buy the latest music CDs from Earth. And the Flaxians needed the music CDs because it was the only cure for a deadly disease in their homeworld called boredomanitis.
By the time the interview was over, the lies were the length of a hardback novel and the morning break was over. Sandy felt more exhausted than before the break.
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