It was monday.
She had still planned to ask the three who knew about her poetry about the messages.
She saw her ex first, Hillary-Jane.
"Whats up? Hillary asked.
"Well I'm pretty scared. Some stuff happened over the weekend."
"What happened? Are you okay?"Hillary said ti her and put a hand on her shoulder in an act of comfort.
"Well someone has put graffiti on my backyard wall.Twice now, if it's you please just tell me, im so scared!"
"No! Why would i do something like that! You know i was out of town with Jacob on the art trip! But i have too get too class, so good luck finding whoever did it."
That meant that Jacob or Hillary couldn't have done it.
All whos left is her current girlfriend.
She was afraid if that.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Poet
Mystery / ThrillerShe found the graffiti. She found the words. But she didn't find the person who did it. Yet.
