Guilty
"DANNY!" Jazz screamed.
Danny shuffled downstairs and into the kitchen, where and angry Jazz stood by an empty cookie tray. "Did you eat my cookies?"
Danny shook his head. "No."
Jazz scowled. "Don't give me that. Guilt is etched all over your face."
Danny pouted. "I didn't eat your cookies!"
Jazz threw her hands in the air. "Then who did?"
Jack entered the kitchen, a chocolate chip cookie in hand and crumbs on his upper lip.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Jazz wailed. Jack blinked. "What, Jazzy-pants?"
Jazz pointed to the vacant tray. "Those cookies were for my study group!"
Jack quickly stuffed the last cookie in his mouth. "Sorry, Jazz."
Danny glared at his sister as he stormed back upstairs. "I told you I wasn't the guilty party! No one ever listens to the boy."