Kaitlin Moncrieff challenged me to find lyrics that my friend Georgia May wrote in my school organiser and write a story about that. But (surprisingly) there were none! So I found a note she wrote me in year 10 and developed something around that.
This was the first note to appear in my school organiser. I thought it odd for two reasons: 1. I don’t have any friends and 2. I don’t know any Georgia’s, G-unit’s or Pige’s. The popular girls told me there was a Georgia who died at the school years ago.
As the nice little notes continued to materialise over the next few weeks I became convinced I was being haunted.
Today, I found out it was a weird boy named George from my class last year who was too shy to come and talk to me. I immediately found him at lunch and called him a dickhead. Now we’re going to the movies