User blog:Henry Hudson GC/PLET (Part 2)

Chapter 6
"Our first sale!" exclaimed Peyton. "It's been minutes, and we've already made a sale!"

"Let's goooooo!"

"Yeah!!!!"

"We're gonna be rich!"

The comics had been uploaded onto the store. Soon enough, Good Oak Comics had made their second sale, they were on a roll.

"Dang! They're selling pretty fast!" said Henry happily. "Look! Our first review! 5 stars!"

"Let's celebrate! Baseball Grill anyone? Milkshakes on me!" shouted Jacob.

"Yeah!" Everyone nodded in agreement except Pat. He looked down.

"Uh guys, I can't. I have to do some school stuff."

"What?" asked Carter. "School doesn't start for 4 weeks? You're going to Adams Middle School, right?"

"I'm not actually," said Pat, with a sigh. "I'm going to a boarding school in France. It's an excellent school, and they make you do a ton of stuff before you leave."

"Wow, uh- that sucks, man," said Henry. "When are you leaving?"

"I'm leaving in 3 weeks, I won't be back until November, for Thanksgiving break."

"But, what about Cameron?"

"Oh, he's always been good on his own. He probably won't even notice that I'm gone. I should go, I have a lot of stuff to do." Pat climbed down the ladder and went home. Nobody said anything, they just looked down in sadness.

"It's funny," said Jacob quietly. "I've never had a friend move away before."

"Neither have I," said Henry. "I'm heading home, I don't feel like going to Baseball Grill." He left, and the rest of the gang just played Go Fish for the rest of the day.

ONE MONTH LATER

Chapter 7
"Looks like school lunch is worse than last year! Again!" yelled Carter with disgust.

"Bring your own lunch, dude. I just bring microwave burritos; they're not that healthy, but it's at least food," said Henry. "Peyton, how much did we make this week?"

"$7,000! We're doing great! That brings our total, to, uh…:

"$22,000," said Henry. "Get good at math, you're running our sales on the website."

"This French Onion Soup looks like it was made out of powder!"

"Carter, it's not that bad," said Jacob. "Speaking of French, have you given Pat his share?"

"I have, I've given both Pat and Cameron their shares," Peyton replied. "You know, we should find a way to thank Cameron for everything he's done. Even if we can't do it in person, I guess we could give a note to his parents or something."

"Good idea!" Suyash replied. "I'll get some colored paper and markers from the art room."

"I'm going to write: 'You're a great artist, pal. Thanks for everything you've done, -Henry.'"

"I'm going to say: 'Thanks for helping out, our comics are much better because of you. Keep drawing! -Jacob.'" Suyash returned with the art supplies, and the friends got to work.

"Let's put the Good Oak Comics logo in the center," Peyton suggested. By the end of lunch, the gang was already done.

"Henry, can you slip it through Cameron's window after school?" Suyash asked.

"I would, but I have a math club after School. Do you want to do it, Jacob? You live close to him too."

"Yeah, sure, I don't have anything to do." The rest of the day passed quickly, and the bell rang.

"See ya tomorrow!" Henry yelled to his friends.

"Bye!" replied Jacob. He hopped onto his bike and rode towards Pat's neighborhood.

Chapter 8
Jacob took out his phone. He didn't go to Henry's neighborhood often, and he had no clue where Pat lived. "Henry, which house is Pat's again?"

"It's a yellow one!"

"Yeah, three of the houses are yellow!"

"It's the one with a double garage, there should be a shed in the backyard."

"Okay, I see it, thanks, Henry!" Jacob hung up. He got off his bike and walked towards the house. After circling the house, Jacob just realized that he didn't know which window was Cameron's. He called Henry again.

"What do you want, Jacob?"

"Which window is Cameron's?"

"I'm not sure it's been a while since I went to his house. Try to go inside, maybe? His room is upstairs, the first one on the left. Bye." Henry hung up. Jacob knocked on the door, but there was no response. He tried the doorknob, and the door was unlocked.

"Hello?" shouted Jacob into the empty hallway. "Anyone home?" No response. Jacob decided to just slide the thank you note under the door and leave. However, he accidentally bumped into the door when sliding the note, it pushed open.

"Oh, shoot!" Jacob said to himself. He tried to quickly shut the door, but he slipped and fell into the room. What Jacob saw shocked him. There was nothing in the area but a piano and some chairs.

"Oh, phew, this must be the wrong room!" Jacob was relieved. "Dang it, Henry, he must have tricked me." But then Jacob noticed some family photos on the wall. The only people in the pictures were Pat and his parents. In fact, the pictures looked as if they had been taken pretty recently. Jacob wondered why Cameron wasn't in any of them. He checked the other rooms, no sign of Cameron's room anywhere. As he went down the stairs, he saw more family photos. There wasn't a single photo of Cameron anywhere. Jacob stopped cold when he realized the truth. The truth was that Cameron didn't exist. Cameron was just someone Pat made up so he could get twice the share of the money. All the comics were drawn by Pat, not Cameron.

"That lying fraud!" shouted Jacob angrily. He ripped the note apart and stormed out of the house. He took out his phone and sent a message to the group chat.

[Meet me at the treehouse at 6 PM, important!]

Jacob rode to his house, went up the stairs, and slammed the door. He did the math and found that everyone in the gang was losing more than $500 each because of Pat. He angrily punched the wall and lay on his bed for the rest of the afternoon.

Chapter 9
"What's up, Jacob?" said Carter. "What's so important that we had to meet here?" Jacob just looked out the window angrily. He waited for the rest of his friends to arrive before spilling the news.

"Pat's a freaking fraud," said Jacob. He was so angry that he was close to crying.

"Yeesh, what did he do to you? Pat's our friend, you shouldn't -

"He lied to all of us to get more money." Peyton and Henry looked at each other, confused. Nobody had ever seen Jacob so upset before. Suyash decided to break the silence.

"You know, Pat and Cameron did help-..."

"THERE IS NO CAMERON! CAMERON'S MADE UP! HE ONLY MADE UP CAMERON TO GET TWICE THE SHARE OF MONEY!!!!!" Jacob kicked the wall.

"How do you know?" asked Peyton.

"I walked by a dozen family photos. There was no 'brother' in any of them. I went into what was supposed to be Cameron's room. There was nothing but a piano."

"That son of a gun," Henry furiously said to himself.

Peyton looked up. "But he told us about Cameron even before we brought up money, so why would he-"

"Before I introduced him to you, I told him about Good Oak Comics, and that he could make money if he helped out," said Henry. He looked sad, "Guys, I'm sorry. This is all my fault, I should've never brought him into our group."

"Henry, don't blame yourself, It's all of our faults. I mean, we shouldn't have believed his ridiculous story in the first place. Xenophobia? Too shy to meet anyone? That's such a stupid lie, I can't believe we fell for it," said Carter, with a hand on his forehead.

Peyton picked up his backpack. "I'm heading home, I'm going to take Pat and Cameron's names off the author list." He ran home. "We are each losing more than $500 because of that fraud," said Jacob.

"We'd be making an extra $1300 each if Pat wasn't a part of Good Oak Comics," Henry added.

Carter left the treehouse without saying a word. Jacob left, too, followed by Suyash. Henry stayed, he knew that it was his fault for bringing Pat onto the team. He didn't even leave when night fell, he slept in the treehouse, and he cried himself to sleep.

Chapter 10
"Come on in Peyton!" Henry welcomed him into his house. "Did you find anything good?"

"Hehe, I found Cameron's fake YouTube channel, and Pat's Twitter account."

"Excellent! Let's get to work!"

"I'm commenting 'fraud' under all of his videos."

"Ha! Also, put 'Hi Pat! How does it feel to be a lying oaf?'" They both laughed.

"Hey, remember his stupid idea of green pants for Joe Moraliste?"

"Yeah, that was so dumb!"

"Let's make a parody of that, Pat Moraliste!"

"Oh my goodness, yes!"

"I'll get some paper and pencils." The two worked on Pat Moraliste for hours; they even skipped dinner to work on it.

"And… Part 1 is done! Post it on the internet, Peyton?"

"Should we sell it in the store?"

"Heck, no! Who would pay to read Pat's garbage ideas?" Someone knocked on the door as they were laughing. "Coming!" It was Carter and Jacob.

"What are you two doing?" asked Carter.

"OH, we're making the greatest parody ever, ready Peyton? One, two, three…"

"Pat Moraliste!!!" exclaimed Henry and Peyton, together. Henry let Carter and Jacob inside.

"Uh, guys, don't you think these seem kind of mean?" asked Jacob.

"Whatever, nothing $6000 can't make up for. Join us, it's fun!"

"I'm good, but these are really funny," said Jacob. Carter laughed in agreement. "Look! He's holding a gun backward! Ha!" The friends finished Pat Moraliste after one week, and they posted it on Twitter. It got over 2,000 likes.

"Guys," said Peyton. "Halloween is soon, and I've got the perfect plan."