[ A graphic story ]
Back in her hometown, Charlie led the journalism / newspaper department of her school. So when she moves to the coastal town of Seaport during her final year in high school, she starts from the bottom. Even if it means ass-kis...
Ethan. She said his name one last time before dropping her bag on the floor. As she made her way towards the bed, she couldn't help but think he was the only decent person she had met in Seaport so far. Although there was Amanda Yates who had assisted her with the class schedules, the glare and smirk during lunchtime, which she knew was aimed at her, was an indication that Amanda Yates is someone who wears a crown in the "Bullshit Hierarchy".
Before she could delve any deeper, a faint 'beep' resonated from her phone. "Ethan," her gut said. He did tell her that he would send some kind of memorandum via cellphone. Like a sort of code - a note - which indicated that it was him.
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Unknown Number: I don't like parrots.
Charlie: Ethan?
Unknown Number: WRONG.
Unknown Number: I'm just kidding with you. It's Ethan. This is Charlie, right?
Charlie: WRONG.
Unknown Number: Your first message doesn't agree with you though, Charlie.
Charlie: Alright, Ethan. Just get to what you're about to tell me already.
Unknown Number: Okay, okay. Orientation is at 3:10 after whatever class you've got. Heads up, if it's P.E., Mr. Jackson likes to take his time so if ever you're late, I'm blaming it on him. But earlier would be better. :)
Charlie: Noted. What room is it in again? I'm sorry, I forgot.
Unknown Number: 205. It's the one nearest the art room which will be pretty easy to locate. Trust me.
Charlie: Okay then. Thank you. :)
Unknown Number: You're welcome, Charlie.
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