All the effort and honest feelings that went into the simple piece of paper, meant for one person and one person only. The anxiety overcame me and froze my bones in place. I couldn't move away from her locker, number 2841. Strangely, I wanted desperately to leave and stay at the same time.
I gripped the paper in my hand, unintentionally bending its perfect shape. My hurried smoothing only served to make it worse. The mental pep talk in my head hardened my resolve and I acted on impulse alone. Finally bringing up the paper to the slits in the locker door, I shove it, along with the last of my courage, through. I hurried down the hall, silently celebrating my courage and berating my stupidity all at the same time.
Just down the hall I saw the girl I liked. She was chatting with some of her friends, walking down the hall probably towards me and, respectively, her locker. I hid behind the stone pillars built into the school, watching her walk past. She waved goodbye to her friends and approached the doors.
This was it, the moment I had awaited and dreaded, spent hours laying awake at night in worry for. She reached for the lock…
And opened number 2842
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