Standing up for a friend

News about the thief roared back to life again last week. Seems there's a new suspect on the still-unsolved case: a classmate with the pseudonym of Roger. Yes, Roger with the innocence of a child (not to mention the mind of a child). The three of us (Cassie, Crimson, and I) hated the idea. I mean, Roger didn't look like the thief, no matter what angle you look at. Adding to that, he can never do that. He has a girlfriend, a nice family, and God. What did he need to steal for?

So the three of us stood up for him. We were nervous because it seemed like the whole class was speaking evil stuff about Roger. We felt really bad for him. And they were saying it behind his back, which hurt more than ever. We planned to tell him and our nerves were wracking like crazy. Finally, when we had him all alone, we told him and he was like: O.0. Completely shocked. Crimson and I knew then that he wasn't the thief. Never was the thief in the first place. I felt then that we grew closer to Roger than we ever were. Yes, it feels really weird now.

We asked the opinion of others regarding our actions and they all agreed on what we did. It was very refreshing to know that we did the right thing.