Do you like me? Check yes or no, read the over-sized yellow sticky note. The words were written in a boyish blue scrawl and the boxes were drawn messily next to the negative and the positive replies.

Mary bit her lip and glanced over at Izzy who was pretending to pay attention, something he usually didn't even bother with. He had more important things to worry about than respecting Ms. Andrews. She supposed she couldn't blame him, with his mother…well.

Her lips together, she pressed her pen into the "yes" box.

And then, moving the pen, she swiftly checked "no".