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“Boo.” Lyla pouts. “That’s no fun.”
I twist around and head out of the locker room. Yeah, of course it’s no
fun if Punk gets caught. No one knows what to expect when they come to
school in the morning, and it’s gotten to the point where the first thing on
everyone’s agenda is to look for whatever message the vandal has left. They
think the intrigue is fun, and while they’re curious, Falcon’s Well would be
just a little bit more tedious without the mystery.
Sometimes the messages are serious.
I polish up my sheen, but you can’t shine shit.
-Punk
And then everyone is quiet, visibly brushing off the cryptic message as
if it’s nothing, but you know it’s in their heads all day, a thought without a
leash.
And then sometimes it’s comical.
FYI, your mom wouldn’t date your dad if she could make that choice again.
-Punk
And everyone laughs.
But the next day, I heard, several parents called the school, because their
sons and daughters had given them the third degree to see if it was true.
The messages are never signed, and they’re never directed to anyone in
particular, but they’ve become anticipated. Who is he? What will he write
next? How is he doing it without being seen?
And they all assume it’s a “he” and not a “she” even though there’s no
proof it’s one or the other.