FangAndOzy
Twenty Thousand Club
Hailey laughed a little, though she kept it quiet. The teacher looked back and she wrote the notes down in her notebook, turning to the designated page in her text book as he said it out loud. Why is he never looking when you have the note?
And maybe I want to get fat. But I mean really, how could I ever, I play too much soccer. Or if you would prefer you could just believe I am always this perfect. She teases. She glanced to the clock, there were was only like ten minutes left in class. She smiled a little. She had always like passing notes when she was younger, it had always just been fun. And in a weird way she felt like she was getting to know Mike a little better. She sighed a little and had to wait for a little while before she could finally pass the note back to Mike. She couldn't help smiling a little.
And maybe I want to get fat. But I mean really, how could I ever, I play too much soccer. Or if you would prefer you could just believe I am always this perfect. She teases. She glanced to the clock, there were was only like ten minutes left in class. She smiled a little. She had always like passing notes when she was younger, it had always just been fun. And in a weird way she felt like she was getting to know Mike a little better. She sighed a little and had to wait for a little while before she could finally pass the note back to Mike. She couldn't help smiling a little.