Flannel

The Note

This class was boring as shit. I'm not much of a 'school person' to be honest. After hopping around from place to place I've seen every teaching style. There's no point in finishing my homework because by the time it's due I'm already across the country. The foster system can kiss my ass. I was mid way through drawing my fifth cool s when my science teacher, Mr. Walter, called on me. "Class, please welcome our new student, Zoe Franklin. Tell us about yourself." God, every staff member here has such small dick energy. Mr. Walter was wearing a sweater vest that did not compliment his old navy khakis. "Hey, I'm Zoe, my last school was two towns over and my one before that was in California," kids gasped when I said California, "And when this school doesn't work, my social worker, Stephen will take me across the country." I sat down. I don't know why I'm such a bitch. It is fun though. Some kid in the back whispered something or other and I heard a girl call him out. "Why don't you say it to my face, snot nosed?" I snapped as I whipped around, glaring at that dumbass. Mr. Walter cut him off, "Connor, Zoe, let's cool it." And with that everyone calmed down and Mr. Walter continued with his boring-ass chemistry lesson. A girl next to me tapped me. She was quite an interesting figure to say the least. She was wearing a green trench coat that hid her entire body and had her wild red hair tied back in a tight ponytail. I'd guess you'd call her 'psychopath chic'. That was funny, I need to write that down. "Ignore Marcus, he's got a Napoleon complex." The mystery girl whispered. I giggled slightly. Mr. Walter took note of this. "Quiet down ladies." He said, not taking his eyes off the board. When I looked forward again, a small piece of bundled up notebook paper was sitting on the corner of my desk. I looked around for the poor son-of-a-bitch who dared write some dumb note to piss me off, but no one was there. Well, no one suspicious at least. I hesitantly picked up the note as I looked around the room. I unfolded the note.

Dear Zoe,

Sorry about your parents. :/ Meet me in the gym after school.