Free Extraordinary Losers 2 by Jessica Alejandro Page A

to fr-fr-fr-frame Madam Siti. No?” he stammered.
    â€œYes, you gave her a can of Coke, just as you have been giving free drinks to us lately. Just so you could collect her fingerprints and place it at the crime scene!” I asserted.
    â€œYes, you even duplicated it and printed it on the wall where you did your amazing, I mean, horrific painting of Mrs Priya,” Clandestino added.
    â€œWhat rubbish!” she shrieked, her voice getting louder. She wasn’t the meek Miss Teo that everyone knew.
    â€œHow could it be me? I was there during the basketball match when you dodos were playing, remember? Madam Siti wasn’t there! She only came in the beginning and then left! It was her! There’s the evidence!”
    â€œHow dare you?” Madam Siti stood up.
    â€œYes, Miss Teo, you were there, BUT only for a while,” Janice recalled. “I had to mimic a whistle for half-time when I realised that you had gone for a ‘toilet break’. Now we know it was a ‘fire break’.”
    â€œOh yes, it was you! The half-time whistle!” I turned to Janice. She winked at me.
    â€œYes, we needed the half-time as we were losing, remember? So I mimicked a whistle. Miss Teo had already left!”
    Miss Teo stood up and marched angrily towards us. “How dare you children accuse me? Watch out or I will smack you!” She raised her hand menacingly.
    The police officer noticed the violent gesture, rushed towards her and held back her hand.
    â€œStop this,” he said. “Let’s hear the children out.” He restrained Miss Teo.
    Miss Teo cleared her throat and straightened her blouse, her face as red as beetroot.
    â€œSure.” She smiled, pretending to be meek all over again. It was too late. Everyone had seen the real Miss Teo.
    Madam Siti wiped her tears dry. She had never looked so happy to see us. Mrs Priya was utterly confused and didn’t know what to believe. Mr Grosse walked towards us and invited us to enter the room. We inched our way slowly in, hesitant to be in a room filled with powerful adults.
    Clandestino was determined to prove Miss Teo guilty.
    â€œI’d be careful if I were you, Bluefox.” Clandestino glared at Miss Teo, his eyes flickering with revenge.
    Our bodies trembled. We were in a room filled with adults and if we were wrong, we had everything to lose!
    â€œShow them deviantART, Clan,” I said.
    â€œYeah.” Clandestino tapped anxiously on his phone. His fingers were trembling too. He kept mistyping and he was taking forever to get to the page.
    â€œSee this!” he said as he finally offered his phone to Mrs Priya.
    She took it, zoomed in and out, scrolled left and right and sighed. “I don’t believe this.”
    Mrs Priya handed the phone to Mr Grosse. Mr Grosse did the same thing and handed it to the police officer. He was much more meticulous. He scrutinised every page and every picture.
    Miss Teo, when realising what we were up to, crossed her arms in arrogance. “There are so many Bluefoxes, you can’t… can’t… claim it’s me. Please … ”
    Her voice faltered.
    â€œOh yes, we can!” Clandestino retorted. He took back the phone, thumbed around and then showed it to Mrs Priya again. She took a glance at it and giggled for a bit. Then she looked at all of us and wore a grave look on her face. Miss Teo sensed the tension and became uneasy.
    â€œThis is funny, I mean, I mean bad. There are caricatures of Mr Grosse and Madam Siti too,” she said. “And some of our school’s children!”
    Mr Grosse snatched the handphone, looked at it and said, “That’s not me? Is it? But it has the same style as the graffiti on the wall behind the staircase.”
    The police officer crossed his arms. “How do you know she is Bluefox, kids?”
    Janice spoke up, “Simple, on her Facebook page…”
    â€œI don’t even have a Facebook