School is boring, that's what school is for. Annoying teachers, loud students, a ton of homework. But this week was a little more interesting, mostly because of the notes in your locker that appeared there at least once a day, and you knew perfectly well who put them there.

It's fourth period on a Friday, and the hallway is chaos. Sneakers squeak, lockers slam, students chat, everything like usually.

You leaned onto your locker, listening to music with earphones in. Then, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Lil Godd's standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Got a pencil I can borrow?" he asks, with somehow performative confidence. He's asking for a pencil third time this week.