(Your Sasha)

Marcy sat on the edge of her bed, her heart racing as she held the crumpled note in her trembling hands. It was from Sasha, her secret love. They had known each other for years, but their friendship had grown into something much more. In the strict world of their school, where such feelings were strictly forbidden, they had to keep their relationship hidden.

She read it over and over, memorizing every word. "Meet me at the usual spot tonight," it said. The usual spot - the abandoned amusement park on the outskirts of town where they could be themselves without fear of judgment. She knew the risks, but she couldn't resist.