A Legal Disclaimer for a Fictional Story: This is a work of fiction and cannot be presented as fact. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.
At the tender age of twelve, Jalaluddin enrolled in one of the city's most esteemed schools. He was intelligent, despite his lack of academic prowess.
In sixth grade, two months before the end-of-year tests, students found out that their textbooks had been stolen. For a few days, there was a steady stream of burglaries. The lads first suspected each other. However, as time progressed, an increasing number of lads misplaced their textbooks. They began to worry as the test period drew near.
They were frightened of being punished if they told their parents about the disappearance of their books. They may even be accused of selling the books for a few additional bucks. They also decided not to tell their instructor about the loss. The instructor would have inquired, "How come so many books have been lost?" Whoever might have gotten their hands on them when you were all in school at the same time?
The lads couldn't respond to these kinds of questions. As a result, everyone suffered in silence, crossing their fingers and toes in the hopes that the missing volumes would turn up. Jalaluddin discovered that his English grammar book had vanished one day. His parents could not afford to purchase him a new copy of the book he already had. Since his English teacher kept telling him, "Improve your English or you won't pass," he had to get the grammar book.
Because of this, Jalaluddin was certain that he would not only pass English but also be the best student. Hence, the grammar book's return was a must for him. He bought a used grammar book with money he had saved and money he got from other students. Rather than putting his books on his desk, Jalaluddin placed his books on top of the almirah, which stood in a corner and contained the attendance record, books, and documents.
After the assembly, he went back to pick up the book, but it was gone as if it had disappeared into thin air. As a result, Jalaluddin was perplexed. He pondered for a long time. He realized all of a sudden that he had been seeing a weird youngster of their age loitering about the school for the last several days. He muttered to himself, "Come to think of it." He isn't your typical pupil. "He comes and goes from time to time. What gives? '
When he first met Jalaluddin, he had no interest in him whatsoever, but now he was plagued with suspicion. I don't know who this kid was. The question is, why was he there? While thinking about the stranger, he was so distracted that his instructor called him out on it. Jalaluddin awoke the next morning and proceeded to class, as usual, placing his books on his desk and dashing out the door for assembly. He made his way back to school along a winding path and hid up in a corner of the verandah, where he could still see his class.
As soon as the assembly began, he watched the stranger sneak into the classroom, grab a book from each of three or four decks, and make his way out the rear entrance. Jalaluddin thought to himself, "So that's it." Jalaluddin was determined to catch the robber once he discovered him. To maintain a safe distance, he kept an eye on the youngster. As the youngster walked, Jalaluddin kept up with him. Jalaluddin also crossed the road as he did so. To avoid raising suspicion, Jalaluddin paused whenever he paused.
The kid ascended the steps of a large structure. Jalaluddin was afraid he would be discovered if he followed him. As a result, he waited on the sidewalk outside. He began to worry after what seemed like an eternity. He had the strangest thought: maybe the boy lived here. I can't go door-to-door looking for a guy whose name I don't know.'
His pursuit was cut short as a youngster emerged from the building with a little package wrapped in newspaper. In any case, Jalaluddin was not duped. In his mind, there was no question that the books were in the package that he had received.
Jalaluddin picked up the pace as he pursued the youngster. The child realized that he was being followed. In an attempt to elude his pursuers, he dashed inside another building. As soon as he exited, he returned to the direction he had come from. As he went around the back of the large building, he almost ran into Jalaluddin, who was just about to round the corner.
Jalaluddin ran away, pretending it was an accident. Relief filled the boy's face. He was mistaken, he realized, in believing that someone was watching him. He was astonished. It was precisely what Jalaluddin had in mind when he set up the elaborate ruse. When he saw Jalaluddin go, he strode confidently into the market and a store selling used books. In the distance, Jalaluddin saw the child enter a business, and he noted its name.
Then he raced to the local police station, where he almost stormed into the inspector's chamber with his excitement. He was grabbed by the arm by a police officer waiting outside. Intruding into my personal space like this, who are you? "
In response to the disturbance, an inspector was summoned to the scene. "What the heck is going on?" He insisted on knowing the answer. In other words, "What has this person been doing all this time?" At this moment, Jalaluddin just didn't give a damn about anything. In an attempt to alert the market guards, he yelled and pointed to the bookstore. "The robber got away with our textbooks. "Sir, I beg you, try to catch him before he gets away." His speech was jumbled and he seemed uncomfortable. I followed him right from school, sir, and you need to take swift action or he'll get away.
The policeman had Jalaluddin tightly in his grip, and he could feel him writhing in pain. It was clear to the inspector that something needed to be done quickly. He sent a police officer to accompany Jalaluddin, and the two arrived just in time. As the kid emerged from the cave, Jalaluddin said, "There he is!"
The child fled when he saw a police officer. It wasn't long before the policeman ran after him and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. When the youngster said, "I'm not a criminal," he was referring to himself. "Nothing has been taken from me," I insisted. The policeman questioned, "What made you go away then?"
They brought the youngster to the police station, where he flatly denied having stolen or sold any books. He was then arrested. As a result, the inspector sent the business owner. He, too, denied purchasing any books from the youngster in the past. Jalaluddin begged him to accompany him to school.
The inspector called for the police car, and then they all went to the school, where the principal met them. It was told to the principle that a few of the male students at the school had been losing their books and were afraid to say so out of shame.
As the principal heard the narrative, he nodded his head in agreement. The shopkeeper refused to admit that he had purchased the alleged thief's stolen books. So the principal and the police inspector escorted him from class to class, as he had requested. The inspector roared, "Look at those chaps!" "Do you recognize the young man who sold you the textbooks?" The boys were nervous.
The shopkeeper might blame any of them, right? It's not clear what they might argue in defense of themselves. What evidence did they have that the books had not been stolen? Rustication is a possibility. The thought of what may have happened was too terrifying to bear.
Thirty pairs of terrified eyes appeared to penetrate the shopkeeper as they passed from one class to the next. He could no longer bear the burden. He confessed to having purchased the books from him. Instead of being compensated for the books, he offered to give them back.
Jalaluddin rose to the status of a hero among his peers. When the principal convened an assembly, he requested that he give the complete tale. Jalaluddin was overjoyed when the principal told him he was going to be a prefect when he was only six years old. Usually, prefects are chosen from classes seven and up. His parents were overjoyed when Jalaluddin got a letter of commendation from the police department, which made them even more proud of their son.