Hey!! Hope all’s tremendous!!
The following’s what happens when I get bored on a random Thursday evening (..ha – enjoy!):
Taylor flipped through pages. “Details Gaby’s winter break. Must’ve started a journal. Now can I go home?”
Lori flung a bookbag into a closet.
“If Gaby ever found out you threw her things about.”
“Shhh!” Lori drummed fingers on the closet door frame. “Journal…” She shook her head. “Sophomore year, I sat behind her in English 203. She didn’t seem the literary-type.”
Taylor closed the notebook. “Maybe because that’s academic and this is personal.” She laid it on a nightstand.
“Maybe.” Lori drummed a moment and then ambled to the nightstand, opened the notebook, and read. Before long, she gazed at Taylor. “Maybe not.”
“What?”
Lori lifted the notebook, held it out, and turned the pages. “Notice anything?”
“Gaby writes in color-pencil too much??”
She lifted it higher. “Everything’s in perfect cursive. Gaby doesn’t even know cursive.”
Taylor scratched her head. “So why has someone written in her notebook?”
“And about her?” Lori turned a page. “Gaby’s Christmas with her out-of-town family, her present list, her ski trip—her December day-by-day as though the writer—”
“—had witnessed it each day in-person.” Taylor folded her arms. “But who is she tight with that she’d spend every day beside and allow them to write about her in her journal?”
Clack…
Downstairs, a door opened.
Lori darted to a window, peeked through mini-blinds, and saw Gaby and Mallory lift grocery bags out an automobile trunk and lug them toward the house. “I don’t know but we have to get out of here.”
Taylor peeked through the blinds. “Gabriela Franklin’s here?? Why is Gabriela Franklin here??”
“Because she lives here, genius.”