I walked past the bleachers and folded my letter inside the brick wall. There weren't many people around as they were busy rushing to get to their first class - I had decided to skip. I didn't want to hear my art teacher give me sass for not "understanding the concept." I walked up the bleachers and sat down. The wind was blowing, even though winter had ended it was 8°C with peeking sun.
I hummed to myself when I saw Michael running. I tried to get his attention but he was in a hurry. He ran past the bleachers and went to the brick wall. He carefully pushed the blue brick and found my letter. Oh no, that's my letter to Flynn!! Before I could react, he took the paper and read it with a grin on his face. I watched confused, why would Michael read my notes? When he finished he took out a pink paper and scribbled something and tucked it back behind the brick. He ran his hand through his hair and smiled and then ran back without even noticing me, I mean at this point I was hiding.
Once he left, I walked to the brick and took out the note:
Dear Maya,
We should meet, today? I have somethings to tell you.
Your Flynn
Flynn was Michael. Michael was Flynn. Okay back up, my brain needs to process this. What even. How even. Okay now that I think about it, I see it, kind of, sort of. Omg he wants to meet me. Oh god oh god. Wait why am I nervous, I kissed him yesterday. I literally felt his perfect lips on mine yesterday, I'm all good. Okay time to meet Flynn.
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Notes from Flynn Rider | #Wattys2018
Short StoryMaya, the teenage "Aunt Suzy", suddenly starts getting notes in her locker. Usually her "patients" would come up to her and vent, but this mysterious writer found venting to Maya through letters was much more helpful. Oh and he called himself Flynn...
