“Hi!” he said to her one day in the cafeteria. “We take the same subjects. I wonder if you could help me out?” He sat down at the table and took a notebook out of his bag. He explained how he was stuck on some problem or other. Marissa could hardly breathe, but she managed to explain things relatively coherently.
That afternoon Marissa was in her room and an envelope was pushed under the door. It was a used envelope. It had Brodie’s name crossed out. There was a note inside.
Marissa savoured the moment. She clutched the envelope to her breast. This was the beginning of something. She opened the note.
Hi Fiona – Thanks for a wonderful time at the Fair. Tomorrow? Brodie
Wrong door. Marissa’s name wasn’t Fiona. And she had never been to a Fair in her life.
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