Daisy's Code Novel by Amelia Bennett

“Wow, that’s really pretty,” one girl gushed.

Yvonne let out a disdainful snort. “It’s just some cheap knock-off You’d expect nothing better from a place as backward as Daisy’s. Didn’t think you’d go for something like this.

Her words hit the girl like a slap, her face flushing red instantlyThis is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I just thought it was nice. I didn’t say I liked it. I don’t go for cheap stuff like that,” the girl stammered, trying to recover.

With a scornful glance, Yvonne hesitated for a moment before shipping the necklace into her pocket.

“Hey, me, why’d you take her necklace?” someone asked, puzzled.

“Just a hunch. I think it’s Daisy’s prized possession We could throw away all her books, and she probably wouldn’t care. But take this, and she’ll go ballistic, Yvonne said with a smirk.

“How can you be so sure it’s her treasure? I thought you said it was worthless?” the question came with a hint of challenge Yvonne’s expression soured. “Is Daisy someone with anything valuable? Haven’t you heard the saying? Trash belongs with trash. For someone as poor as her, having a decent necklace is a big deal.”

Seeing Yvonne getting annoyed, the girl clammed up, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her wrath.

After PE, it was time for Sherry’s class.

Daisy and Emma, fueled by snacks from the convenience store, chatted and laughed their way back, their radiant smiles catching the eyes of passing guys.

“Daisy, we’re on for the hike this week, right?” Emma said excitedly.

“Definitely! I love hiking,” Daisy agreed.

As Daisy settled back into her seat, she noticed something was off. Her books were askew, her locker was a mess, and her box had been moved.

Frowning, she picked up the box, now empty. Her treasured contents were gone!

“Daisy, what’s wrong?” Emma asked, noticing the change in her friend.

Daisy’s usual sweet demeanor had turned icy. “Someone took my necklace,” she said, her voice cold.

“Is it important?” Emma inquired, swallowing hard.

“It was a gift from my grandmother for my eighteenth birthday, I’ve always kept it with me,” Daisy explained, her voice heavy with emotion.

“It must have been Yvonne and her crew. I saw them sneaking back during PE, Emtia guessed.

“Hey, Emma, talking behind people’s backs isn’t nice,” Oliver, Yvonne’s loyal sidekick, interjected, towering over Emma with an unfriendly glare. “And how can you say Yvonne took something when you have no proof?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“What do you want?” Emma asked, freaked out.

“Apologize. I hate people like you, Oliver said with a fierce look.

“I don’t need proof. It’s obvious,” Emma muttered under her breath.

“What are you saying?” Oliver challenged, pushing her.

Daisy caught Emma before she fell. “Is this how you show your sense of justice?” she asked, standing up to Oliver.

“I am more righteous than you gossips, Oliver retorted.

Daisy sneered, clapping sarcastically, “Great. But those who stand up for others just because they’re attractive, that’s really disgusting.

Oliver, furious, pointed at Daisy. “You’re talking nonsense!”

Daisy, pinching her nose in mock disgust, shot back, “What’s with the attitude?”

“You!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Daisy blinked, looking somewhat cute, I’m just telling the truth, but you, what are you hiding when everyone knows?”

“Hey, what’s going on here, Daisy, are you causing trouble for our Oliver?” Yvonne, with a popsicle in her mouth, walked over with a smug look.

“Return my stuff,” Daisy said.

Yvonne laughed, “What are you talking about?”

Daisy said, “You know what you took from me.

Yvonne held her waist and laughed out loud, “Are you crazy? Talking nonsense? Me taking things from you? You don’t even look like you have anything worth taking.”

Daisy shouted, “Yvonne, I know you took it!”

It was almost without thinking, who else could be so bored besides Yvonne?

“Why are you so sure, do you have any evidence to prove it?” Yvonne didn’t care at all.

“The classroom has surveillance cameras, if I check the footage, guess who I’ll catch stealing my stuff?” Daisy said.

Daisy’s words made Yvonne’s face pale, but she quickly recovered: surveillance isn’t something one could just check, let alone a student like Daisy.

She said, “Daisy, I suggest you save your energy. You think you can check surveillance just like that?”

Daisy was firm. “If the teachers don’t care, then I’ll have to call the police.”

“Yvonne, what’s the commotion?” Sherry asked, entering the scene with a casual stride, an old-fashioned teacup in hand. Someone said, “It’s Daisy, she lost her stuff.”

“For what?” Sherry inquired, looking Daisy over with a smirk. “What could you have lost that’s worth involving the police?”

Everyone seemed to think whatever Daisy lost wasn’t valuable. Her clothes were always simple, her jeans worn to a pale blue, not the attire of someone with precious items.

“I lost a necklace,” Daisy said firmly.

“A necklace?” Sherry repeated, her tone dripping with disbelief. thought it was something significant. Well, Daisy, after school, you can go to the back gate. There are plenty of vendors there. You can get some at low prices-necklaces, little

trinkets, all sorts of things that match your style.”