Danica de la Torre, Certified Sleuth

Danica de la Torre, Certified Sleuth — page 5
By lunch the very smart turtle was lost Step one was obvious gather a search party At the start of recess half the class joined in on our quest Some looked by the portables Oth ers took to the soccer field We even had some classmates pretend to go to the bathroom so they could sneak into the hallways But now with two minutes left in recess there’s no turtle in sight She hates me Jack sighs as he takes a seat on the swings The metal chains creak sadly That must be why she ran away My bag isn’t very cozy and it’s not her usual environment I bet she’ll never like me again That’s unlikely I say sitting in the sandbox in front of him I open my mouth to tell him he shouldn’t bring her to school anymore but stop when I notice the sand in the corner There’s nothing particularly special about it The pile is mostly light and grainy It’s sand But in it sit three dark pebbles I don’t need or want to touch them to understand these are animal droppings I yelp and hop out of the sandbox What Jack asks What is it I gesture to the poop waving my hand My partner follows my gaze and gasps Unless someone’s gotten real desperate I say my bet is Miss Edith recently went to the bathroom right here Guys Guys Watch your step and come here Jack jumps as he beckons our classmates over He scours the grass while I crouch and scan the wood chips by the swing set Did she die Jennifer Lam cries upon arrival Jack’s face loses color at the thought I shoot Jennifer an icy look No But we’ve located evidence I say pointing to the sandbox She’s left us a gift of nature Jennifer and the others loudly voice their disgust YO LOOK AT THIS TURTLE POOP Derek announces I block them from reaching in and tampering with the evidence planting myself firmly on the edge of the sandbox It’s not exactly hygienic to touch animal fecal matter so I’m looking out for them too 2 Mikaela Lucido