Samantha (Sango)
I stared out the window of my fourth hour. My English teacher, Ms. Quinn, was giving us a boring lesson on prefixes, that we had been studying since the third grade, and I quickly lost my attention. I didn't feel the need to review it again, so instead I simply sat bored in my chair waiting for the sixty minutes of class time to run out.
Outside of the school the leaves glimmered on trees in their bright shades of red and orange. A small little blue jay stood out among the glowing leaves of a tiny tree. The blue jay was soon joined by another and it was hard not to smile at their echoing melody that could easily be heard through the open window. I couldn't help but wonder what lyrics they sang in their high pitched chirps.
I glanced down the row of seats. Only Noah and a few other people sat between Michael and me. That's when the idea came to me and I began to scribble words onto a small sheet of paper.
'It's been a while since we've been able to meet up. Do you want to plan something for this weekend? -Samantha'
I quickly folded it up, wrote Michael's name on top, and passed it to the boy sitting to my left. The note passed through a few hands and I soon saw it in Noah's. I became worried about him for a moment, but Noah didn't even look at the paper and just passed it along so I didn't pay much attention to him after that.
When the first note reached Michael I could tell that he was hesitant, but after he looked at Ms. Quinn and then into his notes, which even from here I could see that there wasn't much written in them, he did reply.
In the end we had decided to meet up at this hotel near the downtown area. Specifically at the hotel's café. I found it an odd place to meet though, because if I had remembered correctly, the hotel was abandoned, but then I guessed that I was probably wrong about that. I doubted that Michael would announce to meet anywhere that we could get in trouble for trespassing, but it was still giving me an odd feeling anyways. I just hoped that everything would turn out all right and I couldn't wait for the weekend to come.
A/N: Yet ANOTHER long time before updating. Yet ANOTHER apology for it taking that long. Thank you for sticking with me regardless of my horrible writer's block.