I never get notes tucked into my locker.
Never.
But for once, a note fell down
near my feet, as I opened the locker.
Milkshake? ;)
Just one word. My lips curled up seeing that messy scrawl.
I've only seen it once,
once when I was standing by Mrs. Martinez as she graded the seniors' papers.
And even though it was once,
it was enough to know that it was y o u r s.