Who can help me translate the text of the third module of English elective 6? It seems to be a story called Roy. I want the whole text. Thank you.

I still remember the first time I met Roy. He stood among a group of boys, telling jokes. When he said the last sentence, everyone burst into laughter. Roy smiled, too, that happy smile. I thought he was a popular child at that time. My name is Daniel, and I am a freshman in our class. Because my father got a better job in London, my family moved here from the north of England. I was 12 years old. I lost all my old friends because I moved, and I feel shy and lonely in this new school.

There are 33 students in the new class. Most of them are not interested in a shy freshman like me. Roy is one of only a few people who are friendly to me. He often invites me to join his group. Gradually, I began to know other people, and Roy and I became good friends. We trust each other, so we can talk about personal issues that are important to us.

Five years later, Roy and I are still in the same class. But less than a year ago, Roy's father was hit by a car and died a few days later. His family had to move to a much smaller house to reduce the financial burden. Roy used to be close to his father, but after his father died, he changed completely and became silent and unhappy. He used to be a clever and diligent student, but now he seems to be not interested in learning at all. Many friends began to alienate him. Roy and I have seen each other occasionally recently, but we are not so close anymore.

About three months ago, a group of us were playing football after school. Because I left something in the cloakroom, I went in to get it and found Roy rummaging through other people's pockets. He has a wallet in his hand, and I know it is not his. I opened my mouth wide and stared at him. Roy's face went red. "I'll put it back right away," he said, putting the wallet back. I turned and left without saying a word.

I wish Roy could explain to me why he stole, but he began to avoid me. During this time, some students began to lose their change in the locker. I guessed that the thief might be Roy, but I didn't tell anyone because I hoped it wasn't him.

Last week, our school held a large charity sale to raise money for charity. The activity was very successful, and we raised about 500 pounds at the end of the day. Mr. White, our head teacher, came in to talk with some people, including Roy, and showed us a box. "There are 500 pounds in it," he said with a smile. But to our surprise, the next morning we were told that the money had been stolen. Mr. White left the box in the classroom for a few minutes, and it disappeared. The headmaster asked anyone who thought he knew anything about the theft to talk to him.

This weekend, I thought about it and decided to talk to Roy about the theft. I went to see him this morning and found him out, so I went upstairs to wait for him in his bedroom. It was very cold, and his jacket was draped over the back of the chair. I put on his jacket and reached into my pocket. I thought there was a lot of money in it, so I took it out

This pile of money seems to be about 500 pounds. With money in hand, I was at a loss and just stood in surprise. Just then, the door opened and Roy came in.