THH One Shot

Part 1 of 3 In the beginning

It was a normal day just like any other, walk into school, avoid people, go to class, avoid people, go home, avoid people. Well, it sure felt like any other day. But it wasn't. I went to my locker that morning, switching afternoon books for morning ones and organizing things. But something fluttered off of my chemistry book and onto the floor. I found it funny because I don't keep a dirty locker, mainly because of the trash bin a step away. I stooped and picked up the little piece of yellow notepad paper and unfolded it. "Roof of library, after last class. Don't be late." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I slipped the note into my pocket, gathered my last book and slammed the door. Maybe I will go see this mysterious person.