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T h E STOLEN PU r PLE ri N g

by Fatima Laouali

Chapter One

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today is the day Marrie McArthur found out that her one million dollar ring was stolen. Dun, dun, dunhhh!

One day, Marrie was getting ready to go to the prom with her boyfriend. His name was Brian. He was seventeen years old. She was sixteen. He went to her school.

“Mom, I’m set and ready for the prom,” Marrie said excitedly. She had on a long, sparkling purple dress, with a purple ring and purple high heels. She walked down the stairs. When she got all the way down, she looked for her mom. Brian was at the end of the stairs.

“Hey Marrie,” Brian said.

“Hey, let’s go,” Marrie said. They closed the door, and they were on their way to prom.

Five minutes later, they were at East High School. When they walked into the gym, it was decorated all

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over. This guy came to Marrie and saw the ring. “I like your ring. Can I see it?” the guy asked.

“Okay!” Marrie said. He looked at it, and then he left. “Hey A.J., how you doing?” Marrie asked her friend.

“Good. Hey, where is your ring?” A.J. asked, clueless.

“What are you talking about? It is on my finger,” Marrie said. Marrie looked at her hands and didn’t see her ring!

Chapter Two: Finding the Villain

all through the prom, Marrie was not having fun.

“Brian, can we go home?” Marrie asked.

“Okay,” Brian said, and they drove off.

The next day it was bright and sunny. Brian came to see Marrie.

“Hey, what happened at the prom?” Brian asked.

“Someone took my one-million-dollar ring,” said Marrie.

“Oh yeah, I saw a boy come up to you. Did he take the ring?” Brian asked.

“Well, he saw my ring, and he liked it, sooooo, I think he did!” Marrie said.

“He is my lab partner,” Brian said.

“What’s his name?” Marrie asked.

“David.”

“Do you know where he lives?” Marrie asked.

“Kinda,” said Brian.

“Okay, let’s drive there,” said Marrie.

“I think this is his house,” Brian said. Knock, knock, knock. “Hi, does David live here?” Brian asked the lady.

“Yes, and are you Brian Miller?” asked the kind lady.

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