I can't believe it is my first day at my new school. I've never been to a new school in my life! I'm pretty sure there is a whole entire butterfly exhibit in my stomach.
"I hear you like writing Mrs. Everdale." The principal inquires. He was average height, brown hair, and brown eyes.
"Yes, sir." I forced a smile.
Our student editior shoudl be here. He's-
"That's me." I turn around. He has dark hair and icy, blue eyes that stare into my heart.
"Hi." I say-I'm pretty sure that was a voice crack.
He holds out his hand, but doesn't smile. He is VERY serious. I guess that's good though. I mean-
"Scarlett?"
"What?" I respond out of reflex. Ah! I wasn't paying attention. I wasn't expecting ughh
I run home and go straight to my room. Wait, where is it again? I can't even think. Ah! Why did we come here?I grab my jacket and decide take a walk outsisde.
I walk slowly past the house next to ours suspicious of who might live there and hoping it isn't someone from school. All of a sudden I feel something brush against my hair. I touch my head-nothing there. I look down-a paper airplane. I look up-no one there. I open the note.
"Hard day?" My heart skips a beat. Oh no. I promise I'm not a stalker!! Oh great. I can see it now-small town girl's secret identity stalker has been released to the public.
"I'm Mark." says a voice.
