The Note Passer - Michael Clifford

it was my first day in school. Not only my first day at this school, but my first day in Australia. I don't make many friends, a few, I guess that's all I need. I also had a friend who I didn't really know exactly who they were. In science, the tall tables had pockets. These pockets were mostly used for trash. But that wasn't my use, or, frankly, my friends. We left notes and talked. We knew a lot about each other but not our names or ages. We used code names. Maybe it will stay that way for forever or maybe one of us will give out too much information and we'll figure it out.