chapter 1- hannah

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The Trump of my book on the cafeteria was quien enough that most people didn't notice over the consistent chapter of the lunch room, but loud enough that everyone around me turned to see what had happened. I picked up my book as quickly as I could hoping nothing had fallen out of it, and the ran as quickly as possible to catch anxiety before her english class. I haven't really talked to annie since 6th grade, but we weren't on bad teams or anything. I only knew where she would be at this time from the note inside my locker. By the time I found her she had already started walking in the classroom, I tapped on her should her an she turned around. "What do you want"
"Here, look inside, but not until you get home" I then sprinted up the stairs and down the hall sliding into my backrow seat seconds before the bell rang. As usual Mr. Frankson called attendance, and then started reading from the textbook as usual. As usual we all took notes quietly while he read. I usualy take notes but today all I could think about was the book and note in my locker, the note had said not to leave school without a pink sticky note. I had been confused but expected for it to be at my seat or in my bag, but it wasn't and school was almost over. After about 17 minutes of thinking about the notes I had gotten, and trying to take history notes heard a small tap on my shoes, I turned quietly to the left and noticed Sarah had slid her foot into the isle between the seas and the was a small piece of pink paper under it I quickly grabbed it and went to read it but the look in her eyes said I should wait until after school, I slid it into my bag and went back to trying to pay attention to the lesson. When the bell rang everyone got up and ran out of the classroom. I ran along with the rest of the class until we got into the hall where I turned to go down the other stairs. I ran out if the building  though the parkinglot, past the tenis courts, down the side walk, through my front door, and onto my bed. I grabbed my bad found the note and started to read it.

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