Found: nicely typed on cardstock paper, in a flowery font, edges perfectly cut; slipped into Michael Thatcher's Latin notebook
Time: 8:50 AM, 10/12/13
When: beginning of Latin class, when he opened his notebook
"So what's with the notes, Michael? I know it's you. The first note had a Latin adjective on the back. We'd learned that adjective the day I saw you furtively glancing at me as you scribbled something in your notebook during Latin class, and then torn it out and shoved it in your pocket.
I''m not upset, merely curious. You've never said a word to me in our two previous years of high school."
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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...
