Lizzie just returned to school after taking an extended leave of absence. She's hoping that she can ride out the rest of her junior year under the radar, but it seems like someone else has other plans. One of her classmates is determined to befriend...
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I stared at the note that had been left on my locker door today. Reading and rereading it, trying to make sense of the nonsensical reply. So, whoever is my pen pal is determined to remain anonymous.
That's not creepy at all.
I briefly consider reporting this to the school; couldn't this be considered stalking? I bit my lip, weighing the pros and cons of turning the note over to a teacher. In the end, I decided that it wasn't worth all of the fuss to report it. It's not like these notes were particularly threatening, so I wasn't really worried about my safety. So far, they've been pretty mild. Probably just some do-gooder student that's leaving these notes in an attempted random act of kindness. Plus, if they do start to get too intense, I can always just get the school involved then.
As of right now, though, I didn't see the harm in just ignoring the notes. Whoever was writing the notes was leaving them for me pretty irregularly, and so far, they'd left me alone for a while if I didn't reply. However, that didn't stop me from scrawling the date on the back of the post-it and then slipping the note into the front cover of my planner--just in case I did end up needing to submit a report.
It also didn't stop the curiosity I felt for this mystery note sender. It's not everyday someone takes it upon themselves to make the school wallflower feel welcome after an extended absence. I wasn't exactly popular before I left, so whoever it was must have known me--probably from one of my classes.
In a split-second decision that I'm pretty sure I'll regret later, I took out my own pack of post-its and scrawled out a reply.
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Turning from my locker before I could change my mind, I made my way towards the cafeteria. Pete was already sitting at my table, and when I arrived, he glanced up from his book and smiled his dazzling smile at me.
I couldn't help the heat that crept onto my neck and cheeks. There was something really really nice about knowing someone was waiting for me everyday. That someone enjoyed spending time in my company. It was stupid, but it me me feel less lonely. I tried not to get used to it--after all, Pete was bound to start sitting with his friends again and leave me alone.
And yet, it didn't stop me from returning Pete's greeting with a wide grin of my own.
