The next few days went by hurriedly. I didn't talk to Connor, I didn't see Will at the bus stop, and Bianca didn't talk to me much, she was always on the phone with Zoë.

I was seriously doubting this school, ready to make up some excuse to not go. School was dull, boring, and useless. The only point of ever going to school is to keep up with your friends and maybe learn about the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell.

With my bookbag slung over one shoulder, I trudged onward to the main hallway. I stared at the walls to avoid making accidental eye contact and turning when I saw a familiar painting. That meant "my" hallway was the next turn on the right. I turned on to a hallway that nobody ever used.

Something was strange, though. Nobody ever used this hallways, correct? Then why wee there tiny, colorful paper notes stuck everywhere?

Little yellow, blue, green, just about every colored notes.

I walked towards them, feeling some sort of connection with the sticky notes. Like they were placed there for me. Of course, that was a stupid assumption; but then again, this hall is pretty much empty throughout the entire day, only ever getting my occasional company.

I mean, nobody else uses this hall.

Standing on my tippie-toes, I grabbed the nearest note from the wall. Getting back on flat feet (because it hurts standing on your toes), I read the first note.

You must feel abandoned.

The sticky note knows the truth. I feel abondoned by Connor, not accepted. As if being myself isn't good enough. I have to talk; be normal.

I walked a few steps to the next sticky note, yanking it off the wall.

But they're just jelous.

What's there to be jelous about? I'm a mute freak who isn't good at math! Still, despite that sticky note's lie, I moved on to the next one, hoping it'll actually make sense.

You're adorable, funny, and I would be honored to be able to hang around you.

I read that note over and over, dropping the last two on the floor without realizing it.

Someone would actually want to hang out with me? Me, a stupid, silent monster who goes around hurting people and getting double the pain in return. Nobody would want to hang out with me! Or should want to, at least.

The bell echoed around the school, signaling the next class was going to start soon.

Holy fuckernuts, I thought. Run, run, run! Gotta get to class quickly!

Yeah, I was late but better late than never, am I right?

I didn't even know who it was from, but I held the note against my chest - right on my heart. It just felt like the right thing to do for something that made me smile this much. Like, genuinely smile, not plaster the expression on an unwilling face. Then I folded it up and carefully shoved it in my pocket. I didn't want to lose it, I was going to protect this one sticky note with my life.

Okay, that's a but exaggerated, but this sticky note was going to make it home with me, and I am going to stick it on the wall above my bed.