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Report All Suspicious Activity - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a place called America there lived two little boys. One’s name was Jo-Jo and the other’s name was Pete. They were next door neighbors and sometimes they played together but they weren’t best friends. Jo-Jo came from a truly Christian home but Pete came from a religious Christian home; his family only went to church at Christmas, Easter or whenever they were in some serious trouble that money, lawyers or doctors couldn’t bring them out of.Pete had a deep desire to be cool and be tagged the coolest kid in the neighborhood, in school, … anywhere. He just had an incredibly strong desire to look cool to people and to impress everybody. He was obsessed with being noticed : being noticed as the coolest one around.   Jo-Jo on the other hand loved to read books and seek after the things of God. It wasn’t something he was forced to do but it was something that his parents trained him to do and he had found out it’s lots of fun and intelligent to do.   Jo-Jo and Pete were in the same class in school and one day their school teacher invited a cop to talk to the kids about safety and very important things they should know that would help keep them safe and understand certain things about the law that they come across everyday.   Jo-Jo paid attention and was just assimilating the information with his usual enthusiasm for learning. However, Pete wasn’t paying attention through out most of the cop’s presentation. He was too busy thinking about if his sitting position and physical gestures would look cool to the other kids in the classroom. The only thing he heard from the presentation was that; they shouldn’t talk to strangers, and also, they should report any shady and suspicious activity to a responsible adult and by doing so they could be saving the society from a menace.   After school later that day, while Jo-Jo and Pete played together on the merry – go – round in Jo-Jo’s backyard, Jo-Jo brought up the topic of what they’d learnt in school but Pete quickly knocks the idea of reporting any suspicious activity you see to a responsible adult as being a taddle tale, and being a taddle tale isn’t cool.   Jo-Jo tried to point out the necessity of reporting any shady and suspicious activity we see to a responsible adult, but Pete just wouldn’t hear of it. He marked the idea as an uncool idea. It was just plain uncool; there was no debate about it.   Jo-Jo got tired of trying to convince Pete to see his point so he just let it rest.   After playing, Pete went to his house to watch cartoons on TV, while Jo-Jo walked to a mini-mall that was close to their house to buy some confectionaries.   While at the mini-mall Jo-Jo noticed someone acting very suspicious so he alerted the mall security. The mall security guys investigated the matter and truly something was wrong – seriously wrong. They found a weapon on the guy who was acting suspiciously and they discovered that he was about to rob the mini-mall.   The manger was greatly pleased that a very very ugly situation had been averted. He rewarded Jo-Jo with a 500 dollars coupon.   When Jo-Jo was returning from the mini-mall Pete sees him and he has no idea what had just happened.   In an un-asked for continuation of what they had discussed earlier, Pete makes a joke about Jo-Jo actually thinking that being a taddle tale is Ok.   Jo-Jo smiles and says, “Whatever” as he walks away from Pete. Jo-Jo was secretly fiddling with the 500 dollars coupon in his right hand which was casually tucked in the right-hand pocket of his trousers so Pete couldn’t see it.   Oh! If Pete only knew who should be laughing at who right now.
The End.

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