Chapter 9 The Sunflower

I open my locker and see a beautiful rose laying on my books. This is the fifth time in a row. The last four days it was a daisy, lily, carnation, and a tulip. A note was always attached to it that said, is this your favorite flower? No, kind sir, it is not. I am not exactly sure as to who’s been doing this since our lockers didn’t even have any locks so anyone in the entire school could have possibly done it. But I think I might have the faintest idea. It’s been five days since Francisco...