Veronica
One boy. Dead. I guess there are a lot of things I could tell you about that, about a boy who dies but I'm not a great storyteller. When I examine his room, I try to pick up the pieces of his life that came with it, question in my head like: Was he popular at school? Did he have a girlfriend?
But I guess I can't tell you this story until I've worked it out for myself.
Dear Katie
The piece of paper had a name written on it, in barely legible spidery scrawl. He could, however, just about make out it read Ryder on it. He also noticed it was written on yellow notebook paper, which was just one of those weird things he noticed. He did that.
He unfolded it to reveal a letter in the same shaky handwriting:
Dear Ryder,
Please don't be mad at me.
-Katie
OK, so it was crazy enough this weird Unique guy/girl had these stupid, wrong feelings for him but now that he was ignoring them they had to find other ways to try and get their awkward message across?
Ryder charged up to Unique's locker, wearing a pained, confused, emotional expression on his face, his eyes wide and his mouth curled into a half-frown. 'So, this? This is your way to try and get your point across from him?' he asked tearfully, breathing heavily.
'What the?' Unique asked, staring confusedly.
'This, this,' he grunted angrily. 'Don't lie to me, I know you did it, Katie. So, are you going to just stick around forever and just humiliate me? Huh? Huh?'
Unique sighed and didn't react, simply rolling her eyes and snatching the paper. As she unfolded it she began to look more confused and then tossed it at Ryder. 'This isn't mine. You should know by now my handwriting is way more bootylicious than that!' Then she flounced off, leaving a further puzzled Ryder staring at her.
Jake quickly thrashed his back into the row of lockers behind him, sighing, hoping desperately Ryder didn't see him. The last thing he wanted him to know was about this.