April 2007
The room was quiet, and the only sound heard in the room was the constant ticking of the clock.
I was doodling in the margin of my notebook, when I felt something hit the back of my shoulder. It fell to the ground a second later, and I suspected Lisa was passing me notes again.
I turned around, eyeing the fallen ball of paper, then looked up at her questioningly. She gave me a confused look, telling me it wasn't her.
I scanned my classmates' desks. No one seemed guilty of the crumbled piece of paper thrown at me. I gave Lisa a suspicious look, but picked up the note anyway.
Hey, It's Anika :)
