"But- How?" Ashley was at a loss for words. Charlie had emailed TheReaper from a dud account she made in Wattpad, saying she wanted to meet up. According to TheReaper's bio, they lived in New York, and attended Banks High School.
"Well, first I went into notifications, then I opened up a new message. From there, I did something called typing. Don't feel bad, my dad doesn't understand it-"
"No, I mean 'How?'. How did this person-" Ashley waved a hand towards the laptop. "How did this person get my writing?"
Biting her lip, Charlie answered. "I think I know how.."
"Was it you?"
"What? No. No, it wasn't me." Charlie said, but she looked about as guilty as if she had been TheReaper herself. "But it's my fault. You know that copy you loaned me of your writing for me to edit?"
Ashley nodded, vaguely remembering it.
"Well, when I got to school a few days ago, I realized I had accidentally brought it."
"Okay..." Ashley didn't understand.
"I lost the copy." As soon as Charlie said it, it looked like the world had been lifted off her shoulders, but she still couldn't stand. "I'm so sorry."
Ashley took a deep breath and sat down. Splaying her hands across her notebooks, she tried to sort her emotions. You see, Ashley wasn't that great with expressing herself to other people. Being shy, that was one of her struggles.
Yet, right now, Ashley knew exactly what she wanted to say.
"It's all right."
The pressure in the room dropped by at least a few degrees.
"But-" Charlie started, but Ashley stopped her, holding up a hand.
"It's ok." She repeated. "But I need one favor."
"Name it." Charlie said, beaming.
"I need you to go undercover."
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Her Words
Short StoryTeen writer Ashley Burke is a quiet girl in her home city The Big Apple. Because of her shyness, Ashley keeps most of her things to herself, including her writing. So when Ashley is finally ready to come out with her best work, she looks on Wattpad...
