As always, you walked to your locker to grab the things you would need for the day, and, as always, you found a note on the top of your books, you grabbed it and read it with an smile on your face, feeling a shadow watch you from the distance, when you turned around it just dissapeared, like everyday, but you already knew who was the author of the love poems you keep recieving, even if he keeps thinking he still being anonimous.