We were having a discussion on Literature about Hamlet. I was skimming my lit book when a piece of paper fell on the floor. I ducked to reach it. I'm not actually fond of hiding pieces of papers on my books so I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine.
It was folded once. I unfold it and the date written there was that very day.
Riel,
meet you at the music room after club
-J
It was written in cursive and it was so neat as if it was written by a girl studying calligraphy or it was printed but I know it wasn't. And I don't know someone close who's initial was 'J'.
When the bell rang at four thirty, all of the students went to their respective clubs. I used to belong to the lit club but I quit so I always hang to Mac's club and the very main reason was to see Kenton and to avoid going home early
