Hailey
“How do you even read this?” I asked as I tried to look through Tyler’s notebook. There were no dates. All of his notes for his different classes were in the same notebook, and his handwriting was chickenscratch.
“I don’t,” he said. “I just take notes so that I look busy in class. They call on me less that way.”
I shook my head as I turned page after page. Half of them weren’t even notes. There were stick figure drawings of people shooting at each other and…were those supposed to be wolves fighting each other?
I turned the page, and there was a poorly drawn girl with massive breasts on it. I showed him the drawing.
“What are you, twelve?” I asked.
He shrugged. “That’s probably how old I was when I drew that.”
I stared at him without blinking for a long
