I was just leaving my history final when someone bumped into me. I didn't think much of it at the time, except you know that they could have at least apologized, but when I got back home and found a note in my sweatshirt pocket, I realized that that someone had been Julia.
The note read: Meet me 8pm in front of the library.
No signature, but I didn't need it. I recognized the handwriting.
At first, I thought that my plan worked. She was finally going to tell me and everyone else the truth.
But then I got there and saw the look on her face, and I knew I was wrong.
"That's an awful lot closer than a hundred feet," she told me.
I told her to cut the shit. To just give it up already because I am not going to stop until she admits what she did. "Grace is in so much pain," I said. "And you don't even care, do you?"
The look on her face was unreadable. I'm taking that as a no.
"I've called the police," she said instead. "And I told them what you did."
At first, I thought she was talking about the weed. Or the journal. Or the pictures. But then she went on to say that I cornered her after she left the library and started threatening her. She was so, so scared.
"You frame me? I frame you."
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Grace
Mystery / ThrillerOver the past two years, twenty-one-year-old Tessa has been struggling to shove the pieces of her life back together. It's not an easy task, given that her mother is an alcoholic mess, her father is dead, the rest of her family is determined to pre...
