MERRIELYNN.
Monday, I was at my locker, pulling out my books for first period, when something slipped from between the slats.
A small, square envelope fluttered to the ground. Curious, I picked it up and turned it over in my hands. The front had my name written in neat, slanted handwriting. Opening it, I found an invitation inside.
“You’re invited to a party this Saturday. Please, show up.”
The note was handwritten, and the words made me smile. I didn’t need to guess who it was from. Tobias.
He'd used the exact same words as last time. It had to be Tobias. The handwriting seemed familiar, and the way the note was phrased—it just felt like something he’d do.
I tucked the note into my bag, but as I headed to class, my mind wouldn’t let it go.
Should I go? I wasn’t sure. Parties weren’
