When I got back home from school, I picked up my favorite book, “One Piece,” and read it for about fifteen to twenty minutes. When I reached page one hundred twenty, I noticed a phone number written in handwriting.
I noted down the number in my phone and decided to call it. An elderly-sounding man answered, but there was a lot of background noise making it hard to understand him. After a few moments, the line cleared up a bit. He seemed puzzled why I called, so I explained I found the number in my book. I asked for his name, and he claimed to be Keko, confessing to planning a bank robbery the next day. That alarmed me, and I said I would report his number and name to the police.
He suddenly became nervous and admitted it was all a joke; he had used a fake name and altered his voice. It turned out to be one of my best friends, Deniz, and we shared a good laugh about it.