Found: scribbled on purple paper, crumpled into a ball, and thrown at Clarice Goodman in a crowded hallway
Time: 1:50 PM, 10/11/13
When: she was late for being early to Mr. Twigg's class
"Loosen up. No one'll write you up for being mouthy. I mean, look at me. And God knows you've the wit for it."
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Teen FictionIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
