Prologue (REWRITTEN)

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It happens everyday after lunch in my locker and at the end of the day on my windshield. I've tried to figure out who can constantly write me notes every single day, but I haven't figured it out. It's been three years since it started and I had no idea onto who is kind enough to do this. There is always new material never any repeats.

My name is Skylar Benson. I'm 17 and in the twelfth grade. I live in Athens, Ohio and go to Athens High School. I have asthma but I don't let it hold me back. I'm still able to live my dream of being the highest ranked teenage girl tennis player in the state.

At first, it scared and confused me how this person knew so much about me. This person always seemed to know when something major happened in my life. I would never tell anyone, but they always seemed to know. 

Most people would find something like this stalker-ish, and creepy, but through out the years, I've realized that there isn't anything to be afraid of. 

My friends say I'm super lucky to have someone care about me that much to write two notes everyday. I agreed with them but I have always wondered why me and not someone else?? That something I constantly think about every time I read a new note.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 16, 2016 ⏰

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