Zane was writing a note to his future self for a time capsule. He wrote about his favorite book and his best friend. Then he paused, staring at the line that said, “One thing I’m afraid of is…” He chewed the pen cap and looked around the room as if someone might be watching. The classroom was empty except for him. Zane wrote a few words, scratched them out, and started again, this time in smaller letters.