Charloft Winter Bingo "Love Letters"
“Hey, pass this forward.”
Someone had tapped Mere’s shoulder in class and passed her a note. She actually didn’t know the name of the boy that was sitting behind her. She knew that it was someone who was in her math class because he had skipped a year, but otherwise she didn’t know who it was.
Whomever it was hadn’t folded up the note very well, so, as she was holding it, she could see what was written. The boy had written FAR too much for her to do more than scan it, but she could see that he had written a lot of stuff that was basically professing his love to the blond at the head of the row.
Tapping the shoulder of the boy in front of her, she whispered to him to pass it up and handed him the note, but her mind had already flickered to the idea of wondering if she’d ever meet someone who would ever want to write so much stuff like that to her. She wasn’t really the ‘dating’ type, but every girl, deep down, occasionally wanted to be romanced like that.
She just didn’t expect it to happen to her any time soon. Or ever.
(OOC: Takes place at the beginning of Mere’s sophomore year of high school.))
Someone had tapped Mere’s shoulder in class and passed her a note. She actually didn’t know the name of the boy that was sitting behind her. She knew that it was someone who was in her math class because he had skipped a year, but otherwise she didn’t know who it was.
Whomever it was hadn’t folded up the note very well, so, as she was holding it, she could see what was written. The boy had written FAR too much for her to do more than scan it, but she could see that he had written a lot of stuff that was basically professing his love to the blond at the head of the row.
Tapping the shoulder of the boy in front of her, she whispered to him to pass it up and handed him the note, but her mind had already flickered to the idea of wondering if she’d ever meet someone who would ever want to write so much stuff like that to her. She wasn’t really the ‘dating’ type, but every girl, deep down, occasionally wanted to be romanced like that.
She just didn’t expect it to happen to her any time soon. Or ever.
(OOC: Takes place at the beginning of Mere’s sophomore year of high school.))