She was always the timid, observant wallflower —

not smart enough to be walking toward the stage every spring as the school awarded class prizes, not athletic enough to hoist shining golden trophies over her head as her team carried her across the field, not artistic enough to soak in any raucous applause after a recital, not charismatic enough to receive any secret confessions hurriedly tucked into her backpack

— just not enough. But it's senior spring now, and she feels ready to bloom. She found a bucket list off the Internet and started wearing makeup, dying bright blue streaks in her hair without caring about the attention she might provoke. She knows she is going to a prestigious liberal arts college across the country, and that she will never see everyone in her grade again. And she doesn't mind.

No.

She does mind. There are people she wishes she had talked to more during high school. People she loved, and still does love in a tiny corner of her heart.

And she wants to let them know before it is too late.

How do you start a new chapter, if you feel that you haven't finished the previous one yet?

Six days. Six men. Six hundred words for each.