The hallways are stuffy and boring, blue lockers lining the beige walls. Peter walks by my side as we head to fifth period -- science... I hate science...
The teacher drones on and on about boring stuff, and Peter and I pass funny notes to each other.
After school ends, we walk home together. Peter lives two blocks down from me.
We hug each other as we say goodbye, and after doing our secret handshake.
When I walk onto my porch, there is another polaroid photo laying there.
I wonder who's doing this. It's so weird, but also cool for some reason.
I pick up the photo and tack it onto the wall next to the other photo.
The moon and the sun, this must mean something.
But what does it mean?
***
"Hey Jessie, sorry I wasn't answering my phone. I was making popcorn."
"It's fine. Remember the weird ass polaroid thing yesterday? The sun?"
"Yeah. Why are you asking? Did it happen again or something?"
"Mhm. But this time the photo was of the moon. Sun and moon."
"I wonder what they mean. The sun and the moon together."
"Yeah. Same here. And... what do you mean by they?"
"Polaroid kid... The kid who's doing this."
"Polaroid kid... I like that. It's catchy."
"Sure. Well, I gotta get going."
"Ok. Text me later, then."
"Ok. Bye Jessie."
"Cya, Peter."
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Polaroid Kid
Short StoryJessie Quinn was home alone with her best friend, when the doorbell rings. Nobody is there, just a polaroid picture on the ground. There is a new polaroid photo on the porch every day, leaving Jessie and her friend curios. Who is leaving these phot...
