little face with him. We played my favorite DS game, Super Mario 64 DS, in its multiplayer mode. All three of us had a lot of fun, but C would mostly hog his DS for himself, not giving Xavier turns.
One day, on a day after Xavier and C came over, my video game disappeared. My family and I searched the house for it, but could not find it anywhere. Xavier came over later that day, without C, and I asked him if he had seen it anywhere. He said no. He shared my disappointment. He invited me over to his house to shoot some hoops in his driveway. I went over, and when we went inside to take a break, I decided to ask C if he knew where my game was, seeing as how he enjoyed it so much.
Xavier and I went up to his room and opened the door to find him playing Super Mario 64 DS. He had stolen it from me the last time he came over. When I asked him to give it back, he claimed he had bought his own version. We asked his mother if she had bought the game for him, and she said that she didn’t remember ever going out with hi to buy it. C got punished, I got my game back, but my save file had been deleted.
Now that I think about it, C could have been telling the truth, but I doubt it, because that was only his first crime.
C stole a game from my closer friend VJ from my elementary school. About three weeks from the first incident, VJ came over with his own DS and DS game, and Xavier and C happened to be there. It took a lot longer to find VJ’s game, but it was found in C’s dirty little hands. My Mom did not want to accuse the son of her neighbor as a repeated criminal, but all leads pointed to C stealing it, and