Chapter 292

"Ok what are you trying to achieve by doing this Oakley?" I say to her and she shakes her head.

"Wrong. I said keep on flipping, not ask me questions".

I keep on flipping the book, working myself through topics that I would never think I had the head to cram, he wrote everything down, Aron wrote each and every vital thing about each and every vital topic that we have ever had in our advanced biology class and I marvel at this fact.

As much as Aaron is an average student he is also a really good student I presume.

I still don't see exactly what she wants me to see though because even as I flip through the pages, it is still his handwriting, it is still his, his, and his, both of them match perfectly and suddenly I feel like a special agent detective.

I'm trying to figure out the mystery of who ever sent this strange letter to me and my mind is already set on one person.

"It was definitely Aron".

Oakley shakes her head at my obvious stupidity and she grabs the note from me. She flips through it and goes towards the last pages.

She hands it back to me.

Still, the handwriting is still the same, for all her efforts it's still the same.

"keep on flipping" she says and I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Exactly what sort of torture is this?" I ask her and she smiles a little bit.

"Keep on flipping and you'll see exactly why I am doubting he is the one who actually composed this letter".

I nod my head and I flip through three pages until it suddenly hits me.

The handwriting changes at a point.

It changes because there's no more the clean and find elegant script that it once was, this new handwriting, it is exquisite, I can't even find the word for it, it is almost like an improvement on the old one but this thing look different in its own way, so much so that you would almost not recognise that it was the same person who had the same handwriting on the two different pages.

I mean I so much like his handwriting technique, i simply groan the moment i flew to the next page because on this next page, this thing deserves a legal fee, it almost looks like the most beautiful of calligraphies. The one only your computer should be able to achieve, this sort of an elegant script isn't supposed to be achievable by anyoneeee, but the moment my eyes lands on it I know that it is totally something that Aron will be able to manage.

The thing is that I have noticed exactly what Oakley was pointing out to me, I've noticed it because she hands me a huge chunk of the piece of paper that she tore before and as I look at it, I see that this script is totally different.

It isn't even exactly Aron's handwriting to begin with.