Storytime: The Heist

When you can’t afford to play tennis, go racing

Standing in the small office next to the gymnasium, I knew no one could see me. No matter, I was anxious. Even a bit sweaty. I was about to pull off the heist of the century. I looked over my shoulder. I peeked around the corner of the doorway and down the long hallway. Nothing but lockers and the linoleum floor polished by hundreds of Junior High Schoo…