Is the prank believable? Anyone care? I don't...READ ON!

Runaway

A 12-year old girl with matted, streaked blond hair was shivering on an old wood bench in the park. A grey cap sat tilted on her head, and her red coat was torn and the zipper was missing. The young girl stiffened as someone sat down beside her.

Jazz studied the poor girl for a moment before holding out her hand. "Hi. I'm Jazz."

The girl hesitated. "I'm Sarah." She shook Jazz's hand carefully.

They sat in silence for a moment. "Are you lost?" Jazz asked.

Sarah shook her head. Jazz dug around in her bag before pulling out a peanut butter bar. She held it out to Sarah.

She bit her lip and took it from Jazz. Sarah tore off the wrapper and downed it in one bit.

Poor girl. Jazz thought sympathetically. Hasn't eaten in days...

"Do you have any parents?" Jazz asked. She knew a great orphanage that took great care of their charges. Jazz would gladly take Sarah there.

"Yes...I do."

Jazz frowned. "Then why aren't you home? Unless..." Jazz gasped, horrified. "Did they..."

Sarah shook her head again. "No...I, kind of...ran away."

"Why?"

She leaned back against the hard bench with a sigh. She might as well tell the nosey girl her story.

"I'm a prankster, so one day I put a spray paint can bomb in the air vents, which would go off when the air conditioning was turned on. But the stupid janitor accidently put the heat on. Of course, spray paint is flammable, so when the can warmed up, it exploded instead of simply spraying the paint through the vents. So the entire school had to be evacuated because of the fumes and fire...it wasn't pretty."

Jazz felt her jaw drop open in shock. Who knew such a small thing could cause so much chaos. Wait...never mind.

"So, then what happened?" Jazz couldn't help but feel curious.

Sarah winced. "Well, they found my prints on the remains of the canister and took me in. My parents were furious, banning me from the mall and basically life. They even said I was to be home-schooled from now on. I knew I deserved to be punished, but they went overboard! I have a life and friends and I don't want to give that up because of my stupidity."

Jazz nodded. "How long?"

Sarah frowned in thought. "Not more than a week, I think."

"You know, I bet they're really worried about you. Where do you live?"

"Wisconsin." Sarah said.

Jazz tried not to laugh as she suddenly pictured the froot loop. "Well, that explains why there's a lack of MIA signs..."

Sarah sighed. "I have to go home, don't I?"

Jazz grinned at the easy surrender. "Yeah, you're not going to last much longer out here if you don't." She reached for her keys and smiled. "Come on. I'll drive you."

Sarah groaned. "Might as well. I got court in five days. I'm screwed if I miss that."

This was going to be a VERY interesting car ride.