The book keeper
I grab a piece of paper and start writing, trying to sound as natural as possible.
When I'm done I fold the paper and throw it in Victoria's direction.
And it lands on Stacey's desk.
Can someone, anyone, please shoot me.
She looks more than thrilled and when she opens the note she squeals loud enough for the whole class to hear.
She turns to me blowing kisses and batting her lashes while I try my best to tell her it's not hers without actually speaking.
"You literally have no sense of direction" I glare at Melissa who's now sitting on the teachers desk.
I write my third note and scribble Victoria on top. I won't take any chances so I pass it to her.
She doesn't even open it. Just puts it on her desk.
Can't say I'm surprised.
After receiving five more notes, she finally opens one and when she's done reading, she looks at me like it's the sweetest thing she's ever read.
I frown. It's a reflex now when it come to her.
She grabs a pen and writes something on the note before she folds it up again. Then she turns around and throws it aiming for Mr Adams', our teachers, desk.
"No no no no no no no. Please no. GOD no".
I don't even care about the looks I'm receiving. I'm somewhat immune to them.
Sadly, lucks not on my side as it lands right on his desk, exactly when he turns around.
Is it possible to be that unlucky.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here"
He opens the note and opens his mouth to read it to the whole class.
My life. Is officially. Over
What would you do if you found out your whole life's a book. Everything you've ever known is a bunch of fiction from someone else's mind.
Honestly, what would you do if you found out you're not a real person. You're the main character in a book.
And that books not going to be published unless you do something.
That something being having to persuade a certain devil to go out with you.
My life was great and now, well, it sucks.