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looked at Zoe’s backpack. Could it have been a
coincidence? Could this just be the same bag that she has? As I scanned the
side of it, I saw her name scribbled on the plastic shield, complete with the
smiley face in the “o.” This was definitely her bag.

    “What’s inside?” I asked.
    “Vengeance,” Wyatt said.
    “Vengeance? For what?”
    Wyatt pulled his mask back and revealed his face. A face that was filled with anger. “She rejected our
offer, and embarrassed me in front of my clan. That cannot go
unpunished. Enough questions. As a member of this clan, you must deliver
this bag to the office and say nothing else of it. Do you understand?”
    Reluctantly, I nodded.
    “Do not open this bag, or you will suffer the same
fate as your cousin,” Wyatt warned.
    There was that same sick feeling in my gut. I almost felt
like barfing.

 
    11:25 AM.
Between gym class and lunch.

 
    I waited until everyone in gym had returned to the locker
rooms before I stepped out of the woods. The other ninjas had changed clothes
and returned with the rest of the class. Mr. Cooper wasn’t too attentive so the
fact that I wasn’t with them slid past him pretty easily.
    With Zoe’s backpack slung over my shoulder, I started hiking
across the track and field. If I went in through the gymnasium doors, I was
sure to get caught so I decided to walk around the school to where the front
offices were.
    The bag was heavy on my back. Heavier than
a normal bag should be anyway. I imagined she had all her textbooks in
it, but I knew that wasn’t the truth. Why would Wyatt call it “vengeance” if I
were simply delivering an item to the lost and found?
    My stomach curdled once more, and I couldn’t take it. Zoe
was my cousin, and even though she hurt my feelings, she was still family. I’ve already betrayed her once, and I didn’t want to do it again.
    I set the bag on the sidewalk and stared at it. I didn’t
want to see what was inside, partially because whatever was in there was there
because I’m an idiot . It’s my fault that Zoe was in this mess,
and I was prepared to do whatever it took to get her out of it.
    My hand shook as I gripped the zipper. The cold piece of metal
stung from pinching it too tightly. I clenched my jaw and decided to treat the
bag like a bandaid – rip it open and get it
over quickly.
    I jerked my hand into the air, unzipping Zoe’s red backpack.
The bag lifted off the ground and flipped upside-down. As it landed, hundreds
of coins rolled out as lumps of cash fell to the pavement.

    “Oh no,” I whispered. My knees betrayed me, and I fell to
the ground, staring at all the money that spilled from the red bag.
    There was a yellow sheet of paper sticking out from under
the coins. I could only read part of it, but I knew what it said. When I yanked
it free, I found that I was right.
    “Student Hunger Drive, Money Donations,” was printed in bold black ink on
the yellow paper.
    The food drive money that was found missing this morning had
somehow reached its way into Zoe’s backpack. The ninjas had stolen it and were
planning on framing her.
    This was bad. Not just bad, but epic bad. Like “ end of the world ” bad. Zoe wouldn’t just get a
slap on the wrist for something like this – she would get expelled and
then it would be on her permanent record. Her parents would ground her for the
rest of her life! My parents would never let us hang out together again! She’ll
probably grow old and die alone because of the contents of this backpack!
    I couldn’t take it to the office! Not even if I told them
the truth because c’mon, a ninja clan in the woods wants to frame a sixth grade
girl because she refused to join? I just lived through it, and even I don’t believe that tale!
    I scooped the loose change and clumps of paper money back
into Zoe’s backpack, and then I remembered that Brayden said it was nearly three grand that was stolen. If you’ve never held three
grand in a backpack, let me tell