The Lost Card

The Lost Card  

By Norman Wilson

   It all started when Erin Jackson found a Joe Namath football card in the local magazine shop.  Come to find out, this card is the only one left in existence, and is worth one million dollars.  Three days later, it got stolen from his safe.  Can Erin and his friend's find the card, before it is too late?



     "Erin, be quiet.  That stupid card is NOT worth one million." Ben Stevens and Jack Lasling are Erin's best buds.  They all met in Kindergarten and they are now freshman at Xaviar high in Grand Casper, Pennsylvania.                
     "It is too!  I even got it appraised by an expert."
     "By who, your little mommy?" Jack joked sarcastically.
     "No, by the man on Crossroads Auction."
     "Whatever.  What are going to do about it anyway?  You gunna call in a 'private investigator?'" joked Ben.
     "Actually I had other plans.  Do you guys want to help me find it?"
     "I don't know, do you want to, Ben?"  Jack asked.
     "I don't think so."
     "Please, guys?"
     "It won't hurt to try, I guess." Ben replied.
     "Sweet.  I have already gotten a hint.  Jenny Gairc told me she saw it at the Pawn Shop." 



     The next day the three friends went to the local Pawn Shop, and left with some good news.
     "I sold it to a guy yesterday," said the owner, "he just gave me his first name.  Jason something from Chicago, I think.  He was in town because of a family reunion.  He went back to Chicago today.  Sorry guys, I had no idea it was worth so much.  Tell you the truth, I sold it for ten bucks.  You said it was stolen? My brother-in-law is a cop in Chicago.  Maybe I could call him and he might be able  to try to trace him."
    "Thank you so much!" exclaimed Erin.  "Would you call me if you find anything?'
    "I sure will!  Hope you get it back."
    With that, the boys left.
    "I can't believe he has already sold it." Ben said, "You guys want to go to the Smooth to get some smoothies?"
     "Sure."
     The friends started walking to the local ice cream store when they got stopped by Jack's dad, who was a local policeman.
    "Hey boys, I heard you got stolen from this weekend Erin, true?"
    "Yeah, why?"
    "The owner of the Pawn Shop called me and told me you three went there looking for the card.  I have some good news, boys.  We already know where he lives."
   "Thank you!" Erin yelled, maybe just a little too loud.


     When the guys got to the Smooth, they were very excited.
     "Can you believe they already have him tracked!" exclaimed Erin. "It only took them about five minutes!"
     "Actually, it took them about ten," Ben told Erin sarcastically. "But it is pretty cool."
     "Erin, when you get your million bucks, you're going to split the cash fifty-fifty with your best bud, right?" Jack joked.
     "No, I'm going to buy a Lambo."
     "For me, right?" Jack joked.
     "You can have a Lambo because Erin is going to buy me a Ferrari," Ben insisted.
     "Actually, no." Just then, Erin's cell rang.  "Hello?"
     "Hello, Mr. Jackson, we have found the thief,"  said Jack's father.
     "You have! Do you have the card?"
     "That is what I wanted to call you about, the football card is not at the man's house."
     "What? It isn't there?"
     "Just kidding, kid, I gave it to Sheriff Nosliw and he is on his way."
     "Thank you again, sir."





     Two months later, Erin had the card go for auction.  It ended up selling for two and a half million dollars.  In the end, Erin did split the money in thirds.  The three teens have lived happily ever after.

The End!
For now.