All Chapters of She Planned a Prank Heist, I Called 911: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

In the group chat, my refusal had already been buried under a flood of new messages. Everyone simply assumed I'd give in eventually.Dylan Sanders sounded excited."I've done the research. The water guns are filled with water, not acid. It's performance art. Even if the cops show up, they'll just give us a lecture and send us home."Ryan sent a voice message, laughing maniacally and saying, "It'll be even more exciting if the cops show up. Imagine 23 of us getting pinned to the ground at the same time. That photo would be legendary. If we get called to the police station to give a statement, that would be even better."Someone else added, "With 23 college acceptance letters on the line, no one would dare to cancel all of them at once. It's a group activity, not an individual crime.""Banks are businesses. They're not going to pick a fight with a bunch of customers carrying water guns.""It'd be even better if it went viral online. Everyone would know who we are. We'd save a fortu

That night, I backed up everything on my phone—the group chat logs, the PDF file, the screenshots, the voice recordings, my statement, and the police report receipt.At 1:00 am, I checked Natalie's social media account followers. The accounts that had been asking about the side entrance and the vault all had usernames made up of random characters, and none of them were more than a week old.One account used a profile picture of a pair of sneakers. They were a limited edition pair of shoes that resold for up to 40 thousand dollars.I zoomed in on the image, took a screenshot, and sent it to Officer Foster.Four minutes later, he replied, "We're looking into it. Stay alert."At 2:00 am, the class group chat was still finalizing details."Formation follows the name list. If Ethan doesn't come, Ryan takes his spot.""Natalie stands in the middle for close-up shots.""Tina, is your phone fully charged for the livestream?""Does anyone have Ethan's home address? I want to send him a

The first thing I opened was the class group chat log. It showed that Natalie had uploaded the PDF file, Dylan's argument that "it wasn't a real robbery anyway", and that Ryan had insisted I stand in the front.I showed screenshots of messages from classmates demanding that I join after I had refused.Ryan's private messages were there too. From "We've been friends since we were kids" to "Don't make the whole class turn against you". And finally, the note he'd shoved through my door that read, "Friday, 2:00 pm, Middleton Street Branch. If you don't come, the whole class will gather at your house."Then, there was the recording of my call with Mr. Zeller. At the beginning, he was shocked. But later, he accused me of overreacting, snitching, and disrupting unity.Next was the recording of Natalie's mother, in which she had said, "So what if she wrote it? It's not a real robbery! You're the real culprit by reporting the matter."The clearest piece of evidence was the video recorded o

After the police statement was released, public opinion flipped overnight.Someone gathered my entire evidence trail and posted a long thread, saying, "This guy wrapped himself in body armor and still nearly got shot through it. I feel bad for him."The post was shared more than 40 thousand times.Natalie's mother's long essay suddenly disappeared. Parents who had scolded me blocked me.That night, Mom knocked on my bedroom door. She came in carrying a plate of cut fruit and sat beside my bed. For a long time, she didn't say anything.Then, she finally spoke. "The day you made the police report, I said a lot of things I shouldn't have." She turned her phone around, showing the post with 40 thousand shares. "I didn't realize you had thought this far ahead."I opened my mouth to answer, then swallowed back my words.In my previous life, after they pulled my body from the river, Mom sat in front of my funeral portrait all night. She aged years over the next few days.In this lif