Chapter 27: Claire Mason: The Note That Means You’re Fucked Up and Someone Noticed
Nov 5 · 8 min read
The little note was pale green with bold black letters in a font I couldn’t recognize. A font that meant business. It was delivered to my English class at eleven o’clock sharp. I know this because that day, like every day, I was staring off into space and occasionally glancing at the clock when the world I saw in my daydreams began to bring back…


