Tuesday, April 12th 2016
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when he arrived at her locker, his note of yesterday was still there. untouched. he let his head and shoulders fall. had she decided not to read his notes anymore, or had she been absent? sick maybe?
he grabbed a new note and thought about a message. then he suddenly heard people approaching. a boy and a girl. and the boy sounded a lot like casper.
he quickly decided, quickly scribbled something down on the note and slapped it on her locker, covering the note of yesterday.
you didn't read my note yesterday.
while he hurried away, his thoughts caught up to him again. chicken, they said, constantly plaguing him.
are you possibly scared of casper? scared that he'll see you and recognize you? know who you are? scared that he'll beat you because you're such a fool to think beau would want to be anything like friends with you? scared that he'll tell her it's you?
he shook his thoughts away, but then sadly discovered he was actually scared of all those things.
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this one's a bit longer, i hope you liked it! please don't be a silent reader ;)
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Short Storyof little notes on a locker, a blue-haired girl and a boy who had been looking at her for years >>> Copyrights © by WeirdIllusions, 2016
