Just as I had predicted, the bell rung making me late for class. Oh well. I entered the classroom just milliseconds after the bell stopped ringing. Darn. I was so close that time.
The teacher, Ms. Quiln was a sharp, tall, eagle eyed woman who wore sweaters of different colors each day of the week and had short black hair in a bob. She was also rumored to have telepathy.
So of course she spared no time and handed me a pass to the office she had probably written seconds before the bell rang. I took it, turned around, and walked down the hall. Meanwhile, I took out the sticky note stack. They seemed to be arranged in some sort of paragraph.
"Hi. This is weird. I don't know why I'm doing this. I just kind of, did. So. Straight to the point. I think I have clicks for whipstitch. FUDGE. That's not what I meant. I mean, I'm not, usually this weird. I just. Okay, I'm running out of sticky notes. Okay, so, here's a clue that you will either choose to follow or not.
Go to the fountain behind the school
And then go find the shed of tools
Hidden there within the wrenches and nails
Is a hint, if your search prevails."
What the flip. Was that. Some sort of game? How do I know this guy/girl's not going to jump out and murder me when I find this "clue"? Then I bumped into a pole.
Crap. I had walked ahead of the office.
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"Miss Beth Anderson. Late. Again." The principal spun around in her rolling chair and opened up a filing cabinet where she stuck my tardy slip.
"Are you aware that if this continues I will have to put you on some sort of probation?"
"Probation?!" I found the words flying out of my mouth. "Listen here, Mrs. Walker, the bell rang a millisecond before I stepped in! And this time I had a actual purpose! Some idiot left a bunch of sticky notes inside my locker like in some sort of stupid rom-com!"
Mrs. Walker looked at me in silence for a moment. Then started to chuckle. Then she giggled maniacally. After she was done with her fit, she said,
"I'm sorry Miss Anderson, but are you implying that someone has taken an interest in you enough to leave sticky notes in your locker? I'm sorry for laughing so much but you aren't exactly, the type. Now onto your punishment. I will take it lightly on you since you're the first person who's made me laugh in quite a while. Now, you must join some sort of extracurricular activity that will make you more organized. And I've got just the people in mind."
She took out a document from first drawer of her filing cabinet. I was really starting to hate that cabinet. This will tell you all you need to know. She handed me a flyer. Across the top in big way-too-bright green letters, surrounded by happy faces, peace signs and rainbows were the words,
"Community Club".
"You will be joining the community club Miss Anderson. I hope to never see you in my office again."
Have more evil words ever been uttered?
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A Sticky Note
ChickLitI opened my locker and was greeted by a barrage of sticky notes that were pink, green and blue. All of them with one different word each. Each word was surrounded by intricate patterns. The first one I noticed had butterflies around the word. The wo...
