User blog:Henry Hudson GC/PLET (Part 4)

Chapter 15
Suyash’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Pat. .

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Suddenly, Suyash’s bedroom door swung open. It was his father.

“Didn’t I tell you lights out at 10:30?”

“Sorry, Dad!”

“Give me your phone.” Suyash’s dad took his phone and turned off his lights. The next day, Suyash rushed to school to tell his friends about his conversation with Pat. Unfortunately, his dad didn’t give his phone back after he stayed up 30 minutes after bedtime.

“Henry, I texted Pat, and he responded!”

“Seriously? I told you to not contact him, why would you? You know what he’s done to us.”

“Henry, he denies it.” Henry put his hand to his forehead.

“Do you have a reason to believe him?”

“He says he’s camera-shy.”

“And? Is that enough for you?”

“I guess you’re right, he played us pretty bad last time.

“Exactly, don’t let him make a fool out of you again.” The bell rang for First Period; Henry went to French, and Suyash went to Science.

“What’s up, Suyash?” asked Jacob. “Last class before Thanksgiving break!”

“Yeah, remember Pat?”

“Ugh, please don’t bring him up.”

“He messaged me, he said that Cameron does exist.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Silence!” yelled Mr. P-dog. “You have three worksheets due by the end of the class! Use your notebook for notes, I’m going to take a nap at my desk.”

“Who else knows?” whispered Jacob.

“Only you and Henry. By the way, don’t tell Peyton. I don’t want to ruin his vacation.”

“Should I tell Carter?”

“Tell him in person next class.”

“Okay.”

“I see you kids chattering over there! Concentrate, these worksheets are due by the end of class, or it’s a zero in the grade book!” yelled Mr. Pranava. “And let me sleep! I have to coach basketball practice after school!”

“Mr. Pranava is the sole reason I’m not doing basketball until high school,” said Jacob as he rolled his eyes.

Chapter 16
The bell rang for Second Period.

“Ugh, I didn’t get the second worksheet done, my mom’s going to kill me,” said Suyash.

“No turkey for you,” laughed Henry. “It must suck to have Mr. P-dog for science.”

“Tell me about it. Look, there’s Carter.”

“Carter!” Suyash yelled. “Get your butt over here!” Carter pushed his way through the kids in the hallway.

“What? Make it quick, my next class is at the other end of the hallway, and if I’m late I get detention, and if I get detention, I-”

“Yes, we get it. You don’t want detention,” said Jacob. “It turns out that Pat claims that Cameron is real.”

“How do we know he isn’t lying again?”

“We don’t,” said Henry. “Agh, some idiot poked me with a pencil in the halls.”

“Does Peyton know?” asked Carter.

“He does not,” replied Suyash. “We don’t really plan on telling him, he’s probably happily staying in Europe right now.”

“I want him to explain himself,” said Jacob angrily. “Suyash, tell him to meet us at the treehouse, or else we tell his boarding school about the fraud.”

“Alright, I will.” Suyash went to his next class, art. Art was his least favorite class, none of his friends were in it, and he sat next to a really annoying kid named Nate.

“Oh, hey, Suyash,” said Nate while picking his nose. Suyash just ignored him. Nate was often suspended for insolent behavior and school vandalism. “Hey, do you have any red spray paint, it’s the only color of the turkey I don’t have.”

“What? Why do you need red spray paint? No, you can’t have it.”

“How does $50 sound? I have to do it today, I’m leaving for my grandma’s house at 4 in the afternoon.” Suyash picked up his things and moved to another table. Mrs. Kelly, the art teacher, had left the room, so Suyash pulled out his phone, which had a notification: another message from Pat. He responded. .

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“We’ll see him there,” Suyash said to himself.

Chapter 17
“Remind me, why are we doing this again?” asked Henry.

“We should give him a chance to explain himself,” answered Suyash. Jacob had a giant grin on his face.

“What’s so funny?” asked Henry.

“I knew Pat wouldn’t lie to us. Last night, he, Cameron, and I played Roblox together. Therefore, Cameron is real!”

“What? How’s that evidence? Someone could’ve posed as him.”

“There he is!” shouted Carter. Pat stood outside the treehouse; he was holding a red drawstring bag.

“Hi, Pat!” shouted Jacob. Pat shyly waved. “Come on up!” Jacob dropped the ladder, and Pat slowly climbed up.

“Hi guys,” said Pat quietly. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t make things very clear about Cameron and me before I left.”

“Shut up, Pat,” said Henry angrily. “I’m not believing crap until I see evidence that Cameron exists.”

“Did you forget what I told you earlier?” said Jacob.

“Are you seriously foolish enough to believe Pat again with evidence as weak as that?” responded Henry angrily.

“He drew some comics for you guys apologizing,” said Pat.

“How do I know you didn’t draw them?” asked Henry.

“I have a completely different drawing style, see?” He laid some comics on the table.

“Hm,” muttered Suyash.

“Pat, you’re a good artist, I admit that,” said Henry. “Most good artists can draw in more than one style, this evidence isn’t good enough.”

“What more do you want him to do, Henry?” asked Carter.

“I want to see Cameron with my own eyes,” replied Henry. “I don’t care about xenophobia or whatever, this is a fraud we’re talking about.”

“I’m not a fraud,” said Pat.

“Yeah, Henry,” Jacob responded immediately. Henry ignored Jacob.

“I want to see Cameron,” said Henry.

“No! He might have a panic attack, he can’t stand the sight of strangers.”

“Dude, I have mottephobia, the fear of moths. Do I have panic attacks when I see one? NO! I get scared, but I don’t pass out or have panic attacks.”

“He’s really xenophobic! I’ve seen him have panic attacks before Henry! They’re bad! You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Neither do you!” shouted Henry at the top of his lungs. “That’s because all of this is lies!” Henry turned to Jacob. “And you’re stupid enough to believe this scoundrel! Again!”

“Why don’t you believe him?! What about his evidence, don’t you believe?!” yelled Jacob. Henry and Jacob shouted at each other while Carter and Suyash analyzed Pat’s comics.

“They do look a lot different from each other,” Carter pointed out. Henry stopped yelling.

“Suyash, what do you think?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” Suyash responded.

“I’m out,” said Henry. He grabbed his stuff and left. “Have fun getting your money stolen! Again!” he yelled back at the treehouse. Jacob looked angry.

“He’s so biased against him,” he said while shaking his head.

“He has a reason to, he believes that Pat stole our money,” said Carter

“I’m not a thief,” said Pat.

“We know,” said Jacob. “We know.”

Chapter 18
“WHAT?!?!?!” shouted Peyton. “THAT’S OUTRAGEOUS!”

“Agh, don’t shout! My phone was right by my ear,” replied Henry.

“How could they be so gullible to believe Pat again?!”

“Good question, I have no idea. Hey, sorry for calling you and ruining your day. It’s just that nobody will listen to me.”

“No, it’s fine,” said Peyton angrily. “I’m so mad, though!”

“It’s okay, though,” said Henry. “You manage the website and payments, just don’t pay Pat.”

“I wonder if we can report Pat to the cops,” said Peyton. “Then, they can barge in and see if Cameron is real or not. They won’t give a crap about xenophobia.”

“We should save that as a last resort,” said Henry. “Let’s not make things complicated by getting the police involved.”

“Fair enough,” said Peyton. “I come back in 4 days; we’ll talk some sense into our friends.”

“Hopefully,” said Henry. “I have to go, bye.” Henry hung up the phone. “At least someone will listen to me,” Henry muttered to himself. He went to his desk and turned on his computer, and he searched up Cameron on a search engine.

“Nothing,” he said to himself. He turned off his computer and went to bed.