Voices Off Camera

ten - the investigation

Above is Jay except Jay has more flaws and stuff.

I was walking to my locker on the dull Monday morning that I was unlucky enough to call today. Over the weekend I had cut my hair a little shorter although it was still quite long. I wasn't better than I had been on Friday, instead I was perhaps worse. My body felt as lethargic as ever. Mum had tried to convince me to stay home today but as I'd spent the weekend doing nothing but lying in my bed, I figured that seeing the dream team would keep my mind off everything.
As my locker opened, a tiny piece of paper had flown out onto the floor at my feet, a piece of paper similar to the ones that had grown all too familiar through the whole of last week. Unravelling the paper, it had contained the same scrawly handwritten singular word that I was expecting;
EAT!

I checked my surroundings, as I normally did after these common occurrences. I always looked for that one person who might have wanted to witness the moment that I would read their note and how I reacted. But all of the times Id checked there had just been a bundle of teenagers blending into the normality of their everyday high school world. But it didn't bother me, the fact that the writer of the notes had still remained unknown - as I commonly thought that it was possibly an act to bring my mood down and destroy me disguised as a good deed. Whatever the intention, the only impact the notes had on me were the many questions in my head. Nothing more or less.

*

"Got another note again," I'd informed the dream team, laying the note down flat on the table. We were sitting in the cafeteria for lunch, my lunch tray with the usual 3 diet cokes on it.

"Do you think it's a boy or girls handwriting?" Nick asked, his  arm reached across the table to grasp the note which he examined carefully.

"I dunno," I replied.

"I think it's a boy," Said Joel.

"Yeah," Agreed Calum, "No girl has writing that messy."

"They could," I said.

"Well they must really want you to eat," Shrugged Nick.

I laughed. "I feel like the person doing it is trying to jinx me or something."

"Don't be stupid," Said Joel, "It's probably someone who has a little crush on you."

"Yeah, like a secret admirer or something," Chimed in Nick.

"Could be the school counsellor," Said Calum. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well there's no way to find out," I sighed between sips of Diet Coke.

"There has to be," Joel said thoughtfully.

"How?"

"I don't know, like find clues or something. Do you keep the notes? That's a start."

"No, I just throw them out," I replied, chewing on my straw.

"Well start keeping them. Are the places you find them all the same, or different each time?"

I had a little think, "Overall there's been 6 under the desk, depending on which class, 5 in my pencil case, 7 in my locker and 2 in my gym class shirt. That's over a total of 8 days, so that averages out to 2.5 notes per day."