She was starting to breath heavily as the panic flooded her body. “I didn’t. I-I wouldn’t. Not ever.” Emmalyn looked to the Headmistress with tear filled eyes. “You have to believe me.” But how could she be telling the truth? How did that coin get into her pocket? She tried to retrace her steps and figure out when she may have gotten close enough to one of the machines or accidentally bumped a table. Nothing came to mind. Even if it had, she couldn’t explain how the little coin ended up in her pocket.

Emmalyn spun around, looking to her classmates once again for support, but it didn’t appear any of them would step up and say it was all some crazy mistake. She was heartbroken. They were supposed to be her friends. They were supposed to stand up for her. Her eyes fell on Bel. Her teammate. Her captain. She couldn’t understand why her captain was just standing there and not by her side.

Finally, her pleading eyes fell upon the goblin that appeared to be in charge (Sturnik). “Sir. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I didn’t take that coin. I didn’t.” She shook her head as the tears began to fall. The field trip was the worst field trip ever.