The day of her presentation and she was a nervous wreck. All of her attention was on her project that she couldn't focus on Bradley's note.
Hello September (aka Sept). You are actually right on most things. I do have dimples and am taller than you. I'm not sure if 4 inches is a lot, but I am still taller than you. I am glad that you will most likely like my dimples and that you like my personality. By the way I have brown eyes and brown hair. I know, it is kind of boring, but I like my features. What do you look like? Do you have dimples too? Moving on from looks, what are your biggest fears?
~Brad
September was excited that she was accurate on her description even though it was very vague.
Hi Bradley. I too have brown hair and eyes, but I don't have dimples. I wish I had dimples. Unfortunately my younger sister received them and not me however, I do tend to poke them whenever she laughs. She hates me for this, but I don't care. She still loves me. My biggest fears consist of heights and attention. It is not that I fear attention rather than I hate it. I don't like it because I tend to get nervous and turn bright red. It is a habit that I absolutely hate. What are your biggest fears? Are you planning on holding mine against me?
~September
The new note was compromised on a dark lavender post-it note that the teenage girl found in her bag.
The next two classes went by in a flash and September sat in the back of her sixth block dreading for her name to be called.
"September Adams" Sept's breathe hitched as she scooted out of her seat and up to the front of class. The single page was clung to out of fear. She could feel the heat rush to her face. The girl inhaled a deep breath and began her presentation.
"With a single bright orange sticky note, two complete strangers became friends. A naive girl new to a huge school decided to write a simple boring note on a piece of paper she found in her bag. She stuck the small post-it under the wooden desk in the back of her history class. Of course, like any normal person, she expected to never get a response, but to her surprise there was. The next day the sticky note was covered in blue ink.
The new girl read the note with so much enthusiasm. Someone answered her pathetic note. From that note forward, the two strangers continued to ask each other questions. Some were goofy, while others were more serious and curious. The girl grew fond of the boy she had been writing to. He, somehow became the highlight of her day. She continued to look forward to the new note that would be written under the desk of one of her least favorite classes.
The only problem with this friendship was the fact that these two people had no idea who the other was. They were strangers. They could have passed each other in the halls and never knew it. And that was what the girl feared. That they would always be strangers."
The paper was small, but Sept couldn't have written any more. Her story was up. She walked back to her seat as the usual claps filled the air. Everyone clapped after a project was presented, but September couldn't hear Bradley as he clapped the loudest. She never even looked his way until...
"Brad Simpson."
