Anonymous letters

4--- In her band binder

"Sorry, I was absent yesterday. I made two notes to make up for it"

"Can I follow you around? My parents always told me to follow my dreams"

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to introduce myself to you yet. But I'll let you know."

Alexis looked around her band room before slipping the small papers, that were ripped out of a spiral notebook, into her phone case. She caught the eye of Lucas Marei, who was sitting approximately 4 seats down from her, before her eyes subconsciously darted down towards her feet. A small grin pecked at the edge of her lips, which she attempted to cover with a frown. Lucas chuckled softly before looking back at his instrument still in pieces in his hands. In swift motions, his clarinet was pressed together at the seams, and put to his mouth, to produce a sweet, and pure sound.

Alexis clambered around her chair to find her case, and clumsily pushed the pieces of her clarinet together. Her shaking fingers holding the reed in place. Once all the pieces were successfully together, and the reed was assembled to the best of her abilities, the instrument was put to her mouth. Alexis's lips closed around the black mouthpiece, and her teeth rested on the top. She pushed some air out through the instrument, only to produce the loudest, and squeakiest of squeaks. Allison's cheeks blushed a deep crimson and she ducked her head down again towards he smirked in her direction. Allison's shaking teeth returned to the tip of the instrument and blows. A neat sound comes through, and she sighed in relief.

A pretty much anxiety-free band class later, she quickly and silently made her way to her second hour. Dr. Planico for English.

Her quivering hands gripped her notebooks as she made her way from her locker to Dr. Planico's classroom.

She glanced at her list of suspects

-Lucas Marei
-James Taylor

Neither of them were in this class.

"Hello!" Dr. Planico jumped up from behind his desk as the bell went off.

"Hello." All of the students responded, a whole lot less enthusiastic than Dr. Planico.

"Memoirs." Dr. Planico's hands clapped together. "Does anyone know what they are?" He has this habit of choosing people who don't raise their hands.

"Allison!" He said, smiling.

"I-I'm not su-sure." Allison stuttered.

"Oh sure you do." He looked me in the eye, with an understanding look. "Go on, you know this, Allison."

"Th-they are mem-memories th-that e-voke emotions." Allison caught her breath. Dr. Planico grinned.

"Good job Allison!" He was still smiling wide as he moved onto the next assignment. "Okay. In this one period, I want you to write a meaningful memoir. But you only have," he paused, "six words to do it in." The entire class groaned. "No, no, no! I want you to capture a lesson that you've learned in six words, but don't tell directly, and we will share them all tomorrow."

Allison tensed up at that, but pulls out her notebook and a pen out and scribbled some ideas. But they were all the same. To vague. To straight-forward. Not insightful enough.

Butterflies are not always so pretty

There. Alison's memoir was set, and just in time, too. The bell rang and she gathered her things and exited the classroom.

She went to her locker, got her stuff for chemistry, met Rory and James, and walked to Mr. Inuda's class.

"Hello class." Mr. Inuda's nasally voice filled the room after the bell rang. He turned to the board and began to write the agenda for the day (which took longer than it should).