+°✫*•⭑🌠 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
- ( 𝑹𝑯𝒀𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑺 )
❝I hate accidents, except when
we went from friends to this❞
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 - a fiery wolf girl with sunshine in her veins can only hope for the best as she befriends a new wolf bo...
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"All right, Sherlock, what now?"
THE FIVE of us had managed to sneak into the auditorium without being spotted. We had at least half and hour to investigate before lunch, so we decided to get started.
I folded my arms and glanced around the room, "Well... if we can figure out why someone did this then we can figure out who." I suggested.
"If all of the best paintings are damaged then the vandal was just jealous." Shannon added, developing my idea. Maddy nodded, "Yeah, and if one person's display has been picked on then the vandal has a grudge against them."
We all looked around the room looking for any indication of why someone would do this. I shook my head and clenched my jaw - I still couldn't believe that someone would do this. We had all been working on this for several weeks and now it was torn to pieces, impossible to fix or put back together.
My eyes rested on Tom's display, or at least what was left of it. The pictures were torn into such small pieces it was like they were shredded. My lips parted and my eyes stayed locked on the display, "Tom... who have you fallen out with recently?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I see them all turn to face me. I look behind me, hoping to get an answer out of Tom, but he just stood there, blankly staring at his display.
I turned around and sighed softly. Who could have done this? And why would they target Tom?
☾︎
"We need a list of suspects. Is there really no one you can think of Tom? Like, anyone, at all?"
It was lunchtime now, the five of us had pondered over the situation in our heads. We were trying to figure out answers to our countless questions, but with little luck.
"No one. Not a single person." He replied, shaking his head in disbelief at his food. I leant back in my chair and placed a hand to my head. This mystery was tieing me in knots.
He sighed and slammed down his fork, "You call this pizza? My chemistry book tastes better."
Shannon rolled her eyes at his complaints, "You just got spoilt in Manchester." He furrowed his eyebrows at her comment, "What?"
The strawberry-blonde took a bite of food, "You know. The pizza place. Where you and your dad went."
His eyes lit up, "Oh, yeah! It was brilliant - you got to design your own pizza. Anything you want! It was amazing."
