Tip #19: When life gives you lemons...

I've been just sitting on my ass, eating leftover pizza, and playing video games the past two days, and boy do I feel great!

Honestly between not being able to sleep too well and worrying about what my parents are gonna say when they get home, I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

Literally. no, figuratively. That's the right word, right?

Either way, I don't really think I'll be going outside much. After those creeps opened Tara's locker I've been getting weird vibes. I haven't even finished her stupid plagerized manuscript and I'm still feeling it. It's like they were... desperate. and the weird part is nobody stopped it.

I don't like this. I don't like this one bit.

And I don't like being in the house alone.

Tip #17: What the hell?

So what the shit is this supposed to be?
Some kinda... uh, urban fantasy (that's a genre, right? I can't remember too well :I...)
Or a fairytale?

Either way, Tara's gonna get hit hard for plagerizing when she finally comes back. There's tons of this stuff, and I don't think it's cool to use one guys' idea, not for this assignment. And really, a "man with no face"? Is that supposed to be scary?

This was a dumb idea. Tara just didn't want to get caught. Just like everyone else in the class. Jeeze, I know the project was hard, but there's no reason for everyone to rip off some stupid guy on the internet.

It wasn't even that well written. She scribbled all over it. Like she couldn't decide which part to steal next.

I haven't even bothered going to school. What's the point lately? My parents are on vacation, and I didn't even tell them about what's going on. Not like they could do anything, right? Not like I can do anything, right?

Right?

Tip #16: Google is your friend

Who the hell is Robert Sagel anyways?

Tip #15: ...

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.

Tip #14: I just realized the last post was unlucky...

I still can't sleep. No word on Tara. They're starting to think that other kids that have been away don't just have the flu. Our teacher still isn't back yet. 

Shit. shit. shit.

Tip #13: Hope for the best

Tara has gone missing.
Nobody's saying anything.

Mr. Reading still isn't back yet.

Everyone looks scared.

Tip #12.5: also stop drinking so much coffee!

It'll mess up your sleep schedules. Not kidding.