Someone cracked open tara's locker on friday. It was chaos. Papers flew everywhere. Sketches They looked like they came from a crazy person. some have red stuff on them and I'm hoping it was strawberry jam so bad but
I remember as a pack of her sketching pencils fell to the ground. Charcoal. Tara liked (likes!) to sketch. But she always told me you had to take good care of your tools. Those pencils were used down to the nub. Like she couldn't draw fast enough.
I grabbed something while everyone was distracted. A thick stack of papers, typed in courier, fell onto the ground and got stepped on a few times so I grabbed it but then I realized what it was
it was her manuscript
the manuscript, the one she got mad at me for talking about
I'm scared to read it and I know i should probably hand it over to the people in charge of whats wrong but its not like they have any leads
I want to know what's going on.
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