When I get to my locker, there's another note...
"I saw you with Nash, he will never like you"
Why? Is it because I'm black? Or what?
I crumple the note and throw it in the garbage this time.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, "someone sent me a note saying "Hailey doesn't deserve you""
I shrug and enter 5th period.
I was too busy day dreaming about Nash. Why am I even thinking about him, I don't like him.
I don't.
"Hailey, what's the answer for question 5?"
How am I supposed to know.
"Uh... -13" I say trying to save myself.
"Good"
I smile out of relief.
The bell rings and I scurry out of class.
Finally, it's over.
I rush to my locker, praying there isn't another note. Good there wasn't one this time. I put everything into my bag and walk home.
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Lonely Habits → n.g (on pause)
Fanfiction"Are you talking to yourself?" "Sorry, it's a habit...." In which a girl likes to be alone and picks up a habit of talking to herself. Everyone thinks she's a freak, but she doesn't care. But one boy doesn't mind. Idea creds: @httpdaddygilinsky
