Blue Rings

by Rose Liu

Chapter 1

Florida

 In the hotel room Liam unpacked his stuff, someone had gone through his stuff! And his blueberries were missing! Just then, Poochy, Liam’s dachshund showed up, with a blueberry stained mouth. 

“Poochy?!” Liam said in frustration, but he could not stay mad at his pet for long. Because he was starving, he, with Poochy, and S’more tagging along, went to the kitchen. As Liam reached towards the fridge for an ice pop, S’more began to bark. His dad was already in the huge dining room, talking to someone. 

“Grrrrr…” S’more growled fiercely at a diplomat from India walking by, and grabbed hold of his pant leg. S’more was never aggressive unless she sensed danger, but what was wrong with the diplomat? Liam was getting worried. He grabbed S’more’s collar, but S’more tugged and tugged until she had ripped out the diplomat’s pocket, then, dropping the pocket, she barked and chased the diplomat around. Eventually, the diplomat, screaming and hollering, scrambled up someone’s car and sat there yelling. S’more placed two paws on the car, growled, and then began to prowl around the car.

Meanwhile, Liam took the pocket, and locked himself in the bathroom. He dumped the contents on the floor. What was S’more going nuts about? The diplomat’s pocket had a wallet with a driver’s license, a credit card, and some money. Liam set that aside, he was NOT a thief. There was also a pencil stub, and some scraps of paper. Liam looked at the scraps, they all had figures on them. These figures, Liam wrote down. The last thing in the pocket was a package that said vinyl erasers. Liam opened the package anyway, just to check. IT WASN’T VINYL ERASERS!!!! Liam gasped it was OPIUM! He grabbed the package, stuffed everything else back in, and stuffed the pocket in his pocket. He then went to the diplomat, and said,

“Sir, I believe this is your pocket.” S’more sniffed the pocket, then allowed Liam to pass the pocket to the diplomat. The diplomat checked the pocket, then asked, 

“Did you take anything out of my pocket?”

“No sir.” Liam responded. He left the diplomat, still sitting on top of the car.