Hello September. My favorite color is red, food is probably chicken nuggets, song currently is 505 by the Arctic Monkeys, and hobby is writing songs. I think it is very admirable that your favorite hobby is reading. I wish I was that way. Don't get me wrong, I have truly tried, but I have had a hard time finding a book that I can become that invested in. Would you have any recommendations? Anyways, how was your weekend? Mine was alright. My family went on a vacation, so I was home alone. Where has been the best place you have vacationed? I want to say mine was probably France.
~ Bradley :)
The sticky note stuck to the top of Sept's desk as her eyes re-read Bradley's words. With every new note, she was getting closer to this boy and all she wanted was to finally meet him. There was just too many people at this school for her to make any sort of guess. For now though, she could answer his questions and ask him more about himself.
Taking a pink sticky note from her stack and her black pen, the girl scribbled her follow up note.
Hey, so for book recs, what are you into? Cause if you're into fantasy, a Winter's Promise is really good. Romance, I really like Pride & Prejudice. Obviously if you don't like to read, you probably wouldn't like some of my book recommendations. Anyway, my weekend was also alright. I explored London a bit more. I found this cool cafe I'll probably go to after classes. Idk yet. As for vacation, I haven't really traveled anywhere outside of America before moving here. Like, I've been all over the West coast because I grew up there. I went to New York once for a school trip and then Oklahoma to visit my grandpa. You'll have to show me France sometime. If you could go anywhere though, without cost as a factor, where would you go?
~ September
Her note was so long, it took up two sticky notes. Placing them one after the other on the under side of the desk, she went back to staring at the PowerPoint that accompanied Thompson's lecture. As time slowly moved, September tried to focus on what the monotone voice was saying, but she couldn't. Her thoughts drifted to Brad.
They continued into her next block, study hall. Instead of using the time to work on her project that was due in a matter of days, she wrote out her thoughts. What he possibly looked like, what he did over the weekend, what he was thinking at the moment, etc. Anything she thought of, she wrote down.
Her daydreams about what it would be like when they did finally meet followed her to creative writing.
