Post by François Laffont on May 27, 2014 8:25:36 GMT -6
Alright, who done it!? François didn’t quite express this thought out loud but he sure wished to scream it out and question everyone in sight. He might not be one to easily get mad at things but these were French macaroons. FRENCH MACAROONS! Probably one of the most delicious thing in the whole wide world and the little French boy had brought some from home to savour them later on during the day. Except that now he couldn’t. Because said delight were no longer there, in his bag.
Could you believe it, you leave your bag unattended for one minute only and someone finds a way to take a look at steal tings from it. They didn’t touch his books or anything else. Even his MP3 player was still in the compartment where he left it. Only the macaroons were gone. Had Frank been around, he would have accused her. But she was not, he checked, just to make sure. Anyway, she would have stayed near and argue she was starving and that it was idiotic to leave his bag, even for a second, with food in it unless he wanted someone like her to steal it.
He looked around him. There was very little chance whoever dug in his bag stayed to watch. He wasn’t even sure the theft, for it was a theft Franck wished to see the culprit punished for, occurred during that time. Why, it could have happened during class, as he didn’t paused every five minutes to check if they were still there. But Franck was still ready to investigate. He wouldn’t let it pass. It was so hard to get your hands on those, he would not let someone get away with it that easily. Franck walked down the hallway, staring at every face he met, not ashamed to let his power scan through for any feeling of guilt or anything that could pinpoint him in someone’s, anyone’s, direction. No one took his sweets, especially not French sweets, from him.