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Clowns make me do the dorkiest things. It's not dorky. It's fun.

Now, the notes are typed, right? Not handwritten? Yeah.

Okay. The game is called Secret Confessions. The idea is to tell someone

note something you're too embarrassed to tell them face to face.

What I'm embarrassed about is this dorky game.

Okay.

First one's to Tucker.

Thanks for letting me be in the Midnight Society. From Andy.

You're not supposed to sign them, dimwad.

You're not?

It's called Secret Confessions.

It's cool. You're welcome, Andy.

This one's to... to Andy.

I'm glad you're my friend.

There you go. Cool.

Okay, the next one.

This one's to Andy again.

I'll bet your zipper's down again.

Come on, read one to somebody else.

This one's to Venge.

You remind me of me.

Is that good or bad?

It depends on who wrote it. Okay, the last one.

Oh, it's for me.

I always wanted to tell you that you're pretty.

Thanks to whoever wrote that.

All right, has this got anything to do with your story? Of course.

Getting secret notes is cool.

especially if they're good ones like this.

But what if you got a note that wasn't so great?

What if it warned you about something evil?

What would you do?

Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story...

The Tale of the Secret Admirer.

Maggie Evans was one of those girls who kind of blended in.

She didn't have many friends, and most kids in her class didn't even know her

name.

But someone knew who she was, and that someone was watching.

Do you feel the same way about me that I feel about you?

Meet me in the woodshop right away?

Hi. Um... Hey!

What's up, big guy?

Something we can do for you?

I... I got your notes.

You gave her a note?

What's it say?

Oh, push me. Oh, push me. Give it back to me. I love you.

Here. Not from me, okay?

Hey.

What is it, sweetie?

Whatever it is, I know what you're going through.

I went to Monroe High, too.

You think you know what's going on just because you went to my school?

No. I was 15 once.

Don't you get it?

It's not the same for me.

You're a beautiful girl Leave me alone

Close

the door

Heard you had a rough day today.

Want to talk about it?

Your mom and I are going to the stoop for some ice cream.

What do you say?

I have too much homework.

Come on, take a break.

No, it's okay.

You guys go, I'll be fine.

Okay. But if you want to talk, I want to listen.

Do you feel the same way about me as I feel about you?

Hey, hey, it's only me, Nick, from school.

Tell me I wasn't scared by a pair of long johns. Nice, drip dry.

But the door, it moved.

The window's open.

The wind's blowing pretty hard.

And there was a message in the mirror.

Don't be embarrassed.

You need to freaking see things in the dark.

I once thought I saw a scarecrow coming at me on the couch with a hammer.

And what was it?

My dog with his food bowl.

I felt dumb, but I never forgot to feed him again.

Oh, wait.

What are you doing here anyways?

Oh, yeah.

I came to apologize for today.

You know, for the way those guys acted.

It's all right.

No, it's not.

They can be real jerks.

I'm sorry.

So you're not the one sending me the notes?

No. Hey, that means you have a secret admirer.

Yeah.

I guess so.

So, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. And, um, thanks, you know, for everything.

Good night.

you tomorrow.

If you don't stay away from Maggie, I'm gonna hurt you, superstar.

Maggie!

Hey, Maggie.

Hi. Hi.

Listen, have you gotten any more of those secret notes?

No, why?

What is with this guy?

Whoa. What's the matter?

I'm really scared, Nick.

This guy's really freaking me out, and now I'm seeing things that are not

there, and he's threatening you and all this stuff. Easy, easy.

It's okay.

Why is he doing that?

I don't know, but whoever he is, he's a chicken, and there's absolutely no

reason to be afraid of him.

But he threatened you.

This? Hey.

Now that I know you, it's going to take a lot more than a goofy note to keep me

away.

You mean that?

Don't worry about this loser, Maggie.

You'll probably never even hear from him again.

Thanks.

You are the man.

Oh, man.

You wouldn't bet, dude. I mean, I never thought in a million years you'd get her

to kiss you. Not cool, guys.

I'm right, though.

I wouldn't let her kiss me.

Mickey, this is not what you think.

Drop the axe, man. The pooch is gone.

Who is it?

Nick. Go away.

Please, Mickey.

That bet, I wasn't a part of it, I swear.

Go home, Nick.

Wait, there's another note for you out here.

Is it from him?

Meet me in the woodshop tonight.

I'll be waiting.

Let me take care of this weed for you.

I'll go to the woodshop and make him leave you alone.

I want you to leave me alone.

Wait.

I don't know how else to say this, but I really like you, Maggie.

I wish you'd believe me.

Maggie, is there a problem?

No.

Nick was just leaving.

I'm gonna go meet that guy and tell him to leave you alone.

Just stay out of it, Nick.

Maybe it'll prove I'm telling you the truth.

No, Nick, don't!

I remember that bag.

Wasn't that yours in high school, Maggie?

What did you call her?

Didn't you know? That's what they used to call me in high school, too.

And you looked just like your mom did back then.

But the note, it was for me.

The note?

What note?

Where did you find this?

At school. Someone put it in my bag.

Must have been stuck in the lining all these years.

You mean this is for you?

You wouldn't understand, sweetie.

Margaret.

Daddy, wait.

What's going on?

Ancient history, Meg. Another time.

But it's my history, too.

Talk to me.

His name was Teddy Mars.

He was a real foul ball. Paid thief, vandal, you name it. What did he look

You know, I don't remember.

Anyhow, he had a crush on your mom and he started giving her notes.

Are you sure you want to hear this?

Your mother didn't like the guy but didn't know how to tell him and he

take the hint.

Then one night he asked her to meet him in the woodshop, but I went instead.

Woodshop?

I

found

him in the finishing room. He was spraying this wooden heart with lacquer.

Carved it for your mom.

I told him that she wasn't interested in him, but he didn't believe me. He

wanted to hear from her.

We started to argue.

He kept calling me superstar.

He pushed me and pushed me again. I didn't want to fight because he was a

dangerous guy, but finally I had to push back.

And?

Teddy fell.

He hit his head on the drying lamp and the bulb broke and there were sparks.

Blacker's pretty flammable.

Next thing I knew, kaboom.

I was blown right out of the room.

Oh, no.

I was lucky.

I hurt my arm.

But Teddy... Teddy died in the explosion.

Why didn't you tell me the truth before?

We wanted to wait till you were old enough to understand.

I really hope that's today.

So that's my tale of wool.

Now tell me, what's been bothering you?

Is it that guy Nick at the door?

Nick. Heidi, what? I gotta go.

Hey, anybody here?

Whoever you are, leave Maggie alone.

It's payback time, superstar.

Did time make you critical of mine?

It's your turn to fry, you bastard.

One spark.

That's all it takes.

Remember...

You came.

Are you okay?

Stop!

I've waited a long time for you to answer my note.

I need to know.

Do you feel the same way about me as I feel about you?

No.

No, Teddy, I don't.

I don't feel the same way at all.

Yeah, I guess so.

Who was that guy?

Bad kid who finally learned the truth.

Yeah? And what is the truth?

It's something you gotta listen to.

Even if you don't like what you hear.

Have you been telling me the truth, Nick?

Yeah, I have.

So then...

The only thing that's not absolutely perfect about you is that you have jerky

friends.

Yeah?

I can deal with that.

The end.

That was a good story.

So, how does it really feel to have a secret admirer?

Sweet, I read this wrong.

It says, for Megan's game.

This is not for me.

Goof. So, who's got the secret admirer?

Well, you do.

Can't say I'm surprised.

What's it say again?

It says, I always wanted to tell you that you're pretty.

Pretty much a dork.

You really are a dork.

Who wrote this?

Sorry, that would be a secret.