Paper Plane #698 | first grade
Logan, the boy with brown hair who sits in the corner, sends a paper plane my way. I open it. Inside is a note.
Hi.
I roll my eyes. He's very annoying.
Leave me alone, I write. The paper plane flops down on his desk. He reads it, and then gives me a dirty look. Logan picks up his chair, turning himself around to face the wall. He's a baby.