NoteCards

Monday

It was a lovely sunny Monday morning, perfect weather, the smell of rain on the open window, the gentle breeze flowing into his room, and a not so gentle wake up from Sherwin's very loud alarm. He sprung up, curly ginger hair ruffled and tired brown eyes rubbed, then he turned his phone alarm off and groggily got out of bed. At the moment the house was empty, Sherwin was 16 as of late last week so his parents didn't mind leaving him alone, especially when they knew he would be at school all day and would be notified if he hadn't been.

Sherwin left his room closing the door behind him with clothes and shoes in hand. Entering the bathroom he set the items down on the counter and brushed his teeth, washed his face, and got changed, he put his shoes on too and laced them up before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a cookies and cream flavored poptart, opened the tinfoil package, and ate one poptart on the way up the stairs and into his room. Once inside he set the other one down, still in the wrapper, on his desk and grabbed his school bag. Something felt off about today, and he didn't know what, but he wanted to face it head on. He had been having a wonderful weekend and he wasn't going to let a Monday ruin it. 

His birthday had been the Friday of the week before this one and he has gotten something that he had been wanting for a long time, an electric guitar and an amp along with amp headphones, he knew how to play acoustic pretty well and he only got into guitar because he wanted an electric one so finally having one after all that time had seemed like a dream come true, and it was! He had been playing it all weekend, it wasn't much of a learning curve surprisingly, it was just a much different sound.  

So in honor of facing the day head on he decided he would bring his new electric guitar to school! Though he immedietly decided against it and instead brought his older acoustic one. The thought of someone stealing or breaking it still lingered in his mind but he voted to ignore them. His acoustic guitar was a simple matte black guitar (he spray painted it with chalkboard paint) with band stickers covering most of the front and some of the side of it. To be honest the spray paint kinda sucked but he did it when he was thirteen a week after he got it and had already committed to the grungy look it had. 

He packed it up into its case and grabbed a few pics that he shoved into the smaller pocket on the front of the case. Shortly after that he was out the door with his backpack and the guitar strapped to his back and over his shoulder. He then took off on his bike towards the school, his other poptart laying forgotten on his desk.

He took the same route to school every day, down main street, through the park, then up the hill towards school. The park next to the building was quite large, it was one of the city funded public locations and it was built around a large pond, there was a small baseball feild, a pool, a playground, a skate park, a tennis court, and a basketball court all in that one place, to top that off there was a section of woods lining the whole outside of the park, it was sherwins favorite place in the whole town and as he passed it he smiled.

The treck up the hill to the school building was done on foot because there is no way he could manage it on the bike without dying or something. he got a few strange looks as he walked up to the main doors but not as many as he did after he had locked his bike up and went inside. As soon as he entered he could feel eyes on him, a few people,some who had never talked to him before, walked up to him to talk about his guitar. He answered politely and quickly then made some excuse about having to go to the rest room and scurried off to his locker.

"Maybe this was a bad idea after all?" he thought. He tried to brush the idea off and opened his locker, to his surprise a little piece of paper fell out onto the floor and fluttered to his feet, it landed upside down and was blank. Confused, Sherwin reached down, picked it up, and flipped it over. Their in perfect handwriting On this perfect little note card was "I think you are cute". Sherwin slapped the card against his chest making a louder noise than he had wanted to, this caused a few people to look over at him but they lost interest quick enough. When they had all stopped staring Sherwin slowly looked at the paper again. "I think you are cute" then he noticed something in the bottom right corner that he hadn't before. A small "J". He whispered the note allowed to himself fully "I think you are cute ... J".