After a month on the dig I was getting used to the way things were. My tent partner hated me, no one else spoke very much English, and Professor Zane was nowhere to be found most of the time. Sansa seemed to be my only friend here. I had asked her why I never saw much of the Professor. She had no answer to my question. All she knew was that he was a very private man. Something didn't seem quite right about Zane. I was determined to find out what was going on. I knew he was a busy man, but he should be here with us helping in the dig. Sansa told me to leave it be and to stay out of people's business, "He is in charge of the dig he can do as he please." She said. It had been a month and I hadn't seen him since he showed me to my tent. Even though this was my first dig I knew that wasn't the norm for advisors of digs.
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What's Not Meant To Be Found
Mystery / ThrillerJust a short story I found a writing prompt over. I hope you like it. This is my first actual story. I love writing I'm just not good at it. It gets better the further you read, I promise. What is not meant to be found? How will it change my life...
