Unanswered Questions...
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As I lay in my bed, I ponder who could have sent that message. I'm curious, but I didnt dare text back to find out. Just as I cut off my tv, another text comes through. [Goodnight beautiful. Sweet dreams.] I turn the phone over and drift away into a deep sleep.
The next morning I awake to birds chirping outside my window. I groan softly for I am not a morning person. I get out of bed and quickly dress in black leggings, purple crop top, and black flats. I head downstairs to eat breakfast before I leave for school. Cereal it is, just to be quick about leaving. I finished eating and washed out my dishes. I grabbed my keys and proceeded out the door.
Arriving at school, I look up at the three story building, dreading the day I would have ahead of me. I walk to my locker and input my combination. Just as I open it up, a rose and a note fell to the ground. I bend down picking the items up from the floor. I smelled the rose and smiled. I didnt care much for flowers but I do admire a nice rose here and there. I opened the note and began to read. [ Hope you find this and you have a wonderful day. Love your secret crush.]
I put the note back in my locker and grabbed my books out. I retrieved a pair of scissors from my backpack and clipped part of the stem from the rose. Placing the rose in my hair, just above my ear, I close the locker and proceed to class. I enter the class and sat in a seat toward the back window. Staring out, I questioned who could have left these items in my locker? And was it the same person who sent me the text?
Snapping me back to reality, I hear Ashanti slam her book on my desk and laughs. "Hey, what were you thinking about? You seemed really in the zone." I playful sneer at her and reply," I got a strange text last night and this morning someone left this rose with a not in my locker. I have no idea who it could be." She looks at me puzzled and asks about the context of the message. "It basically said that they have loved me for a long time and they didnt have the courage to tell me their identity."
Scratching her chin she says, "Do you think it real or somebody pranking you?" For the first time, I thought maybe this could be a practical joke after all. I mean nobody has ever really looked my way because I'm always being teased. "You're probably right this is some sort of joke."
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