I re-read the page over and over, confused. Even someone were to believe I was innocent, then the last of them all should be Pauline. I wondered how she even knew… Wait did she just say someone else was responsible?
“I…can't believe this. What if this is some kind of prank?” I suggested, looking helplessly at Mark who sat opposite me.
“Dude, the owner of this diary is missing. How can it be a prank?” He argued seriously.
Overwhelmed by the bewildering turn of events, I found my hands instinctively reaching up to my head, fingers tangling in my hair. I gripped a handful tightly, as if hoping to anchor myself amidst the swirling chaos.
My palm pressed against my scalp, feeling the texture of my hair as I tried to steady my racing thoughts. I couldn't believe what was playing out.
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