Found: scribbled and thrown hastily at Michael Thatcer on a thin slice of notebook paper
Time: 9:32 AM, 10/15/13
When: he wouldn't respond to very loud whispers of his name from Clarice, and Ms. Donner was beginning to shoot her looks
"I fell asleep last night!"
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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...
