It was still two and a half hours until 12.07. Not that it would probably matter. He was beginning to think the monster was gone for good.
Someone else who wouldn’t talk to him, then. “Hey,” he heard, whispered in his general vicinity.
Making fun of him no doubt. Look at Conor O’Malley, just sitting there like a lump. What a freak.
“Hey,” he heard again, this time more insistent. He realized it was someone whispering to him.
Lily was sitting across the aisle, where she’d sat throughout all the years they’d been in school together.
She kept looking up at Mrs Marl, but her fingers were slyly holding out a note. A note for Conor.
“Take it,” she whispered out of the side of her mouth, gesturing with the note.
Conor looked to see if Mrs Marl was watching, but she was too busy expressing mild disappointment
that Sully’s life had an awfully close resemblance to a particular insect-based superhero.
Conor reached across the aisle and took the note. It was folded what seemed like a couple of hundred times and getting it open was like untying a knot.
He gave Lily an irritated look, but she was still pretending to watch the teacher.
Conor flattened the note on his desk and read it. For all the folding, it was only four lines long.
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