Trolls Monologue

It all began with a simple phone call one chilly, rainy Monday night after dinner. “Joe,” my mother hollered up the stairs, “it is Jackie.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was quite excited. Although I tired, I was looking forward to spending some time with Jackie, my long time friend. As I skipped steps running down the stairs I thought of all the things we would do tonight, bowling, go out to eat, watch a movie, so many things to choose from. But tonight was Jackie’s turn to decide what to do as I got to choose last time we hung out. Thirty minutes later, Jackie pulled up in my driveway with her father’s ‘79 Plymouth Barracuda, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my jacket from the
The air reeked of something not right.
“What do you think is in those boxes?” Jackie whispered.
“Probably guns or drugs. Maybe both,” I replied. Right then, one of the men loading the boxes dropped one, and the box spilled its contents, and me and Jackie both stared in disbelief, the boxes contained pirated copies of the world's best movie: Trolls. Suddenly I became very interested in what was happening here, I could feel my heart pump faster as adrenaline rushed through my body.
“Hey! Be careful with those, they have to go to the P-CEP by friday at noon undamaged or the buyer won’t be very happy,” yelled a man in a white suit. He stood at 6 feet and a half at least, and had a long scar running from the top of his forehead down to the left of the corner of his mouth. We immediately dubbed him as White, and deduced he must be the leader of the operation.
“They are loading up illegally copying Trolls, and planning on selling them to someone at P-CEP!” Jackie whispered to me with some degree of concern.
“Well there isn’t much we can do about it though.”
“We can bust the whole operation and figure out who the buyer at P-CEP is, and why he’s buying so many Trolls
“So we have to wait until Friday to figure out who this buyer of White is then,” Jackie said re-stating that piece of the plan.
“Yeah that is a while away, until then what do you say we come up with a list of possible suspects while we wait until Friday to come around?”
When Friday finally did come, that morning we met up in the Salem Library.
“You ready to figure out who White’s buyer is?” Jackie asked me, clearly excited. Whether it was to discover the identity of the buyer or to get back her phone I will never know. However I like to think it was the latter.
“Obviously, we have been waiting all week. I have the app open, here put in your App Store information,” I instructed her as I handed her my phone. She quickly tapped in her username and password as I looked away to show her I was not looking at her account information.
“Alright, ready?” She asked me as her finger hovered over the “find” button.
“Hit it,” I told her.
The app displayed a satellite image of P-CEP, and zeroed in on Plymouth High School. We quickly made our way out of Salem, and ran to Plymouth, as we ran just about every head turned our way wondering what in God’s name we were running