Prolouge:
It was just a normal Monday morning. I was tired and couldn't be bothered with school.
I went to go get my books and a note fell on the floor.
"What the heck?" I asked myself, bending down to pick up the note.
I open it and scan the words and then I spot the word "beautiful". I read the full letter and it says, 'hi, just remeber you're beautiful. Love, your secret admirer. xx'.
I, of all people, have a secret admirer? This has to be a mistake, but the question that keeps going through my head is, who is it?
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So, I just found this Wattpad again after four years and I'm wondering why I wrote this because it's kind of rubbish-y and the writing was terrible (I just edited it to make it a lot better than it was before) and I can't believe 69 people wasted their time reading this crappy prologue. It won't come as a shock, but I'm not continuing this. It's terrible and I would rather not continue with it.
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My Secret Admirer [DISCONTINUED]
FanfictionCliché story, with a cliché plot. Try to avoid reading this at ALL costs. Girl finds a note in her locker, tries to find out who it’s off.