Once again, in the early morning, I went to the bathroom to see more notes left for me.
Come on. That's all you got? Big deal. I rolled my eyes. Vivian, obviously, was not one for patience.
How can you say that? Another person wrote, pointing to the message Vivian wrote. Don't listen to her, darling. I don't know who you are, but there is a whole camp waiting to love you. Best of luck—M. Was "M" Max? It was possible. Max did seem like the type of person to love you no matter what.
And then, in perfect cursive, written with a sparkly pink marker was:
So. You're back.
I swear, my blood ran ice cold.
My first reaction was not to do anything—it was probably someone trying to scare me. No big deal. But then, slowly, people started asking me if I was okay.
It was during archery practice that I finally asked what was going on. Maxine was beside me when I finally asked what was going on.
She looked at me like a baby deer who lost its mom. "Um… Well, a certain Aphrodite girl said she knew you when you were younger and says you're suicidal and a cutter. Is that true? And… Never mind." She tucked a bit of loose hair from behind her ear and shot again.
"Max!" I hissed. "What is it?"
She bit her lip and shook her head playfully. I laughed wrapping my arms around her and slowly wrestled her to the ground. I sat on her stomach lightly. "What is it? I laughed.
She laugh too, smiling wide. "Okay, okay. Get off me and I'll tell you." I helped Max to her feet. "Everyone thinks you've been writing really nasty thing in the girls' bathroom. I told them they're crazy to think that. You're not… like that, just because you dress a certain way. So what you're not a stereotypical daughter of Apollo? That's so unique and I love it."
I felt like I was about to cry, because I finally felt like I had a real friend. And real friends don't keep secrets. And she doesn't have to wait to see it on a stupid wall.