we passed notes in english class, joji and i. we didn't know each other well, but we became friends easily.
"hello. how are you? write back." the note read. i smoothed out the wrinkled paper, writing back promptly. joji ended all of his notes with the phrase 'write back'.
"good. you seem like you have a lot on your mind, whats wrong?" i fold the paper up, sliding it under my desk and toward joji's. he picked up the paper, unfolded it, and read it. he grips his pencil, scribbling something down.
it took a minute for the crumpled paper to reach my desk.
"divorce. bullying. the usual. how old are you? write back."
i respond, "it will all get better :) also im 16. you're 15 right? by the way, what's your real name?"
joji writes back seconds before the bell rings, "yes. and it's george."
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notes | joji miller
Fanfictiona short story in which a troubled boy and a curious girl communicate through scraps of paper. [COMPLETED]
