Anonymous letters

1--- In her book

"Are you a sunset? Because you take my breath away."

Allison Peterson slowly wrote the names of her eight suspects in her notebook

-Anne-Marie Rolan
-Drew Clay
-Mary Theodoras
-James Taylor
-Amy Wills
-Rory Waters
-Owen Christopher
-Lucas Marei

Even though Allison highly doubted that anyone at her school would write such sweet notes to her on a daily basis, she had to try and find the deliverer, right? He/she was the one who encouraged her to get out of bed in the morning, with an almost promise of a sweet note somewhere in the school day. She thought about each person.

Most likely not a girl, but could just as easily be one. She had no idea who could be writing to her, and it bothered her constantly. Right there, in the back of her mind, nagging at her day and night.

Bam. The ball that Ms. Ruth threw around the room during conversations hit her in the face. She heard a muffled laugh from the student a few rows behind her. She picked the ball, that had bounced to the floor, up and looked around.

"How about you, Allison? What are your thoughts on the revolutionary war?" Ms. Ruth asked her. She took a deep breath and spoke.

"G-good. It w-was v-very help-helpful to the col-colonies." She said, mentally cursing at her stutter. A few snickers aroused from the 'populars' in the back of the room. She tossed the ball to another student, and possibly one who was actually paying attention. Amy Wills.

Amy was the smartest in the class. Not particularly favored by boys, but very, very smart. She'd memorized 1,000 some digits of pi, and the entire periodic table. She was pretty, in my opinion. Brown hair that was perfectly curled to frame her face, green eyes that seemed to pierce the soul of the ignorant [those who didn't know the answer, or answer correctly, according to her high-end standards]. She began her spiel about the colonies and corrected everyones theories and thoughts with her own. She held her pointy little nose high in the air.

"Like any of you would know, but my family fought in the revolutionary war." She snorted. Everyone [except Ms. Ruth] rolled our eyes, but one person looked quite impressed, and that person was Mary Theodoras.

Mary Theodoras wasn't popular, but she wasn't smart, either. She really didn't fit into any of the typical high school stereotypes. She had pin straight black hair that seemed to flow effortlessly down her back. She had jet black eyes, too. They were particularly large, and were very prominent when put next to her olive skin.

Amy just rolled her eyes, and threw the ball at Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie answered simply, and didn't go into as much detail as Amy.

Anne-Marie Rolan was the most beautiful and popular girl in the entire school. She had blonde hair that was slightly wavy, and bangs that fell a tiny bit too long into her eyes. Her eyes were gray, but not repulsive gray. They were so simple and plain that one couldn't help but realize how plain they were. The whole thing about uniqueness being the key to beauty didn't seem to faze every boy at my school, as they seemed to swoon at the mention of her name. The problem Alliosn had with her was that she was nice, got good grades, and was basically the perfect one. Straight A's, honor roll for each semester, never seeming to even try. Whereas others [Allison for example] try so hard, but get so little in return.

Kick, kick, kick.

Owen Chrsitopher moved into his seat behind Allison, slouching and resting his feet on the back of herchair.

Owen was a decent kid. Nothing especially special about him. Other than his 'class clown' reputation. He's known to be a very funny character [note the sarcasm].