(Finally) Open the Backpack

After awhile of trying, and failing, to actually get some goddamn rest despite Tammy's snoozing, you give up. There's just no way you're going to get any sleep right now. You carefully roll out of the covers and creak open the door so you can escape without her noticing. Suffice to say, you can expect a wide eyed questioning of why you didn't stay in bed with her in the morning. Fuck that.

That just leaves a question of what to do? You could play video games. Or put the tv on at a low value. You could even do homewo- okay yeah not that one.

This boring song and dance goes on four about an hour, or at least what feels like an hour, before you end up in your study staring at the backpack from before. Mya Wexford's backpack. It probably only had art supplies in it, but that didn't stop your idle curiosity from wanting to open it. You reach down and tug at the zipper...

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