Mark looked at me quizzically, his brow furrowing.
"What trap?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
I unzipped my backpack and carefully retrieved the diary, holding it out for him to see.
"Are you crazy?" he exclaimed, pushing the book back into my bag. His eyes darted around the classroom, ensuring no one else was present. It was just the two of us.
"Chill, it's a fake," I reassured him, trying to calm his frantic demeanor.
"I made this one. It'll serve as a trap to catch the thief or whoever the hell they are. We just need to drop hints that someone has found Pauline's diary."
A glimmer of understanding flashed across Mark's face, and his tension eased slightly.
"So, we wait and see who comes looking for it," he proposed, a determined look in his eyes. I nodded in agre
