. . . . well, it goes

There were not many people on this bus and things seemed fine, giving you a chance to think.

Suddenly you realized you should have gotten skills from using the machines, and looked at things.

Ah, you had just ignored them without thinking as you were so focused

Hmm, Machine Operation Lvl 1 (15 MP) (Craft)

Interesting. It could be used as part of Craft, but also for other things

After a bit one of the kids, a girl who was on the fringe of Sarah’s new friend group, came over to you and sat down next to you.

“Is there any info you want to let known?”

You look serious as you tell her something you make up on the spot. “If I let slip info, I can get into trouble with the family. What I can do is suggest questions to ask.”

She smiled at that.

“Ask yourself if anything belong to Sarah’s friend group has gone missing during visits.”

“You mean while we visited your house, or when Zack came to visit our brothers?”

“Did I say when? Let’s just say that at least one of my step siblings has been framing me for their actions.”

She got very serious. “And if something has gone missing?”

“You might want to look up the social media feeds of anyone who had access to where the stuff went missing. Both potential sets of feeds: the ones they let their families, potential employers and respectable social circles know about, and the other where they boast about things they don’t want people near them to know about.”

“How could we find them?”

“People sometimes use pics from the former in the later. If someone was to use an image search site like tineye, they might get lucky.”

She smiled.

“Just don’t let people know how you found out, or they will worry about you using it to get info on them.”

“How would I tell people what I discover?”

“Send them info packages from a new email account they don’t know belongs to you. You don’t need to provide any honest info to make them.”

Suddenly it was your stop and you had to leave

On the way home you pass by some shops by a park. Some of Zack’s and Sarah’s friends are there and approach you.

They block your path and demand of you “Tell us everything that is going on?”

You look at the in the eyes and tell them, “If word gets back to my mother or step-family I am telling you this I could get into really deep shit! Do you understand?”

They nodded. There was no way there were going to miss this.

You sigh. “For years Zack has been stealing my school stuff, including homework that is due, only to return them when I will get bad grades. This has been happening since primary. That’s the reason I normally don’t try hard in class: why bother if I won’t get good grades anyway. For the past 4 or so years he has been stealing panties from Sarah, his older sister, and my mother, jacking off into them, and planting them in my room so I get blamed for it.

“He and Sarah have also been spreading lies about me, and blaming me for their own actions, or things none of us caused. Sometimes to get themselves out of trouble, and sometimes for fun.

“Yesterday I turned eighteen. I got up early and showered before anyone else. I went downstairs for breakfast before Sarah finished her shower and left for school before she left. Laundry is done during the day. I left after school as she got home. When I got home I was being blamed for using her panties.

“They were actually going to kick me out onto the street that very night! With only the clothes I stood up in!

“They had already trashed my room and everything in there. If I hadn’t suspected something was going to happen and taken my school uniforms with me, they would have been destroyed as well.

“I’m in the spare bedroom for now.

“I explained things to them, and they realized Zack was the guilty one. I had saved my projects online, so my computer being smashed wasn’t as bad as it could be. My mother saw my uniform and text books. While I was on the family computer, my uniform top vanished and was found torn in my bedroom. This is one of Zack’s spare tops.

“My maths textbook also vanished and they searched his room. That is when they a small bag of pills and a pile of panties. Sarah saw a little girl’s name on some pre-teen sized panties, written as the little girl wrote her name!

“Getting suspicious, Sarah looked through Zack’s room and found something she knew had been stolen from a friend of his.”

The crowd was shocked!

You add, “I think Sarah might try to shift blame onto Zack for her own actions for a bit. She might seem nice, but that hides a nasty and selfish bitch.”

There was muttering.

“Mark, Zack’s dad, is trying to cover this us, but will let Zack take the blame for everything to protect himself. The reason this wasn’t fully covered up was because I convinced them that there were too many loose ends for that, and the only way for Mark to protect his public image was to be the one who exposed Zack.”

Thinking a bit you added, “I suggest you look through your stuff and see if anything has gone missing. Also, ask you family the same if Zack or Sarah had access to your places. But you better hurry as I think Mark is going to make sure they clean out anything that can get them into trouble just in case the police check.”

Suddenly the group broke up as they had other places they needed to be; namely their homes so they can check things.

You smiled to yourself as you finished walking home. Things were going well.