My mother looks at me with great confusion but a smile sprawls across her face, "are you okay? I mean you can call in if you want?"
March...what happened in March. I try to wrap my head around the tapes and see the timeline. If it's what I think it is we can change something for her at least...
My mother carries on saying a few more words and I get up from my spot.
I look where the 'Lost & Found' packet is, a list of annoymness poems that Ryan Shaver gathers and shares the art which is given to him. The spot where I know I left it then the spot where it was at for months before I knew it was tied to Hannah Baker.
Both of the places don't have a sign of the poem and I look at my mother. The poems...
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I decide to skip work today, on this day. Wow that is really weird to think about and focus on where plus how things are taking place.Today was suppose to be Sunday. That means this next day is Monday and if i remember correctly these Lost & Found pamphlets used to come out on Monday. I know Ryan stays at the school on Sundays to print them off. I found that out one particulair Sunday because I was riding my bike past the school and Ryan's small little scooter was there. There was also a couple of other cars but sure enough I was right.
I open my window and look down. It isnt to far down from the small opening to my window. I know there is a small ladder after the opening so here I go.
I have only done this one other time. Which was a couple of days ago. In present time of course.
I get out of the window steadily and the close the window without any hesitation or noise. I climb down the ladder slowly so I wouldn't fall off. I'm to clumsy and I have no time to get in even more worse shape then I am.
I grab the bike I haven't touched for a long time now and then begin to ride it to the school. The faster my legs can go the faster I get to my destination.
I don't mind locking the bike to the rack. I leave it and the head to the only door that could be unlocked. I look back and I see the small scooter that belongs to Ryan.
I open the door and pear in at the end of the hall there is the publishing office. The yearbook community is also in there but Ryan is on both.
I cant believe he uses this stupid plan. Or this idea to actually get more of a resume for himself for college. What a fucking doochebag.
I walk to the publishing office and then I see him. He has a little stack going. The packets are neat. I don't see any stains. Or any rips. Nor burn marks upon them.
This can't be happening. How is this happening? I can't fully wrap my head around it either but here I am.
About to change something. Kind a change for myself and the now deceased Hannah Baker. But that's the thing she is alive. She is about to conquer getting her reputation more and more down the toilet.
I don't knock or clear my throat. I just walk in. Ryan sees me and I greets me with a soft smile.
"Hey Clay how's it going?" He stops the printing and reveals another small stack.
"How am I going?" I sort of chuckle and look away with disgust. When I look back i shot a question back, "what are you doing Ryan?"
Ryan does a small shrug and then claps his hands together, " well as you might or might not know I have added-"
"Added a new addition to your so called packet of wonders?"
Ryan freezes. He looks like he has seen a ghost.
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She Will Be loved [13 Reasons Why]
FanfictionNot many people can say they can have a second chance at love. *Based on the book and the series*