robbery \\ hs

seven

I woke up the next morning very disappointed with myself. Not coming home (on a school night) until around 12:00 is not smart. Especially if you have to sneak in. How I managed to do that I am not sure of.

I got ready for the day, soon enough, and dragged my lazy ass off to school.

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Over the next few days I had been finding letters from Harry left at my front door. Everyday this week; from Tuesday to, now, Friday. I never wrote him back, I'm seeing him tonight.

The letters were all pretty random. One had been about something along the lines of him wanting to write some poetry with me because I look like someone who would be into that. One about how he would, despite his "bad boy" persona, like to make flower crowns for me. Another letter contained a sentence that I remember perfectly: I would like to see you holding up a bank with me one day, darling. I was in a mixed state of confusion, being shocked, and wanting the same thing.

Harry is making me consider robbing a bank; things have escalated quickly.

Now that it is 5:24 I believe I should start planning what I want to talk to him about. It's only logical. I know that I shouldn't push the subject of why he robs on him, therefore I won't. I do want to know someday. Tonight, however, I will try to ask him simple questions like, "Where are you from?"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Do you have any friends?"

Okay, these may sound weirder than I originally thought, but that won't stop me from asking them anyway.

As I sat on my couch and pondered my mother walked in the house. "Hey, honey. Whatcha doing?"

"Oh I was just relaxing. Ya know, long day."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you have plans for tonight? Friday night, gotta be something going on." Of course she would ask that.

"Um, no. I don't think I actually do." I stood up, playing with my hands. I always do that when I'm nervous; I wish I didn't, it's a dead giveaway.

"You okay?" Exactly my point.

"Yes. I'm gonna head up to my room now," I checked to make sure I had today's letter in my pocket, "love you."

"Love you too." I headed towards the stairs when my mom called out, "you can talk to me about anything, Monica, you know that."

"Yep. Tell me when dinner is ready, please."

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I decided not to read the letter until dinner was over today. I have been reading them as soon as I walk in the door but today I waited. I'm not sure why.

I opened up the envelope.

He's gotten fancy with the letters; using envelopes and writing my name on the front.

When I finally got to the actual paper I noticed something. The letter looked different. It looked a lot different today.