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The Note
I woke up 15 minutes before the bell.
6:45. Normal time a wake up every day.
I put on a huge sweatshirt and some leggings from Goodwill. Not trying today, like usual.
I change into some new sweatpants and a Patagonia pullover.
I missed the bus so now I’m on my way to school by foot.
I grab a banana and yogurt while running out the door to my mom’s car.
I ran into class late, everybody staring. I just thought it was because I was late.
There she is. Late. Not caring, but somehow looking perfect.
It got a little intense. More stares and more laughs, even though we are 30 minutes in class.
Everyone was laughing at her, from what I saw. Maybe she had a hole in her pants.
What did I do wrong?
What am I missing?
I looked around and I saw him, saw him not laughing.
I saw someone’s phone. Her in the hospital. I looked at her wondering if she is okay.
We made eye contact, but it suddenly stopped.
She saw me staring. That was too embarrassing. I don’t want her knowing.
He tapped my shoulder at the end of class. Is he going to tell me why everyone is laughing?
I got the guts to go up to her today. Tell her today.
He handed me a note. Maybe he wanted to write it and not say it, so no rumors would get around.
I had a note for her, but somehow someone slipped another one in my hand.
I opened the note. He already had left though.
I gave her both notes. Maybe someone else had another confusion she needed to see.
“Make a wish kid. Bet you got cancer from living in that crack house.” The note read.
“I love you. Always had. Always will.” The note read.
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