Instantly suspicious that this was some cruel joke, I scanned my surroundings. But no one seemed to be watching me or eagerly waiting to record some humiliating moment about to happen. Most people were wrapped up in conversation with each other, some couples kissing and groups of friends making fun of Valentine's Day. Otherwise, some of the other loners were wrapped up in reading or listening to music with some headphones.
Cautiously, I reached for the white label which was attached to the rose's stem, tenderly lifting it up so I could read it.
My heart jumped into my throat as I saw the words "To: Emily Stone" neatly written on the outside, and any theories of there being some locker mix-up were instantly dispelled.
In a state of shock, I gave another quick glance around me. And still no one seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for me to open the note, have slime explode on me, and yell,
"Got you! Humiliated!"
Taking a deep breath, I carefully, ever so carefully, opened up the note.
Nothing pops out at me, no nasty prank blows up in my face. I release my pent-up breath as my eyes begin to wander across the paper, reading the neat message inside.
Dear Emily Stone,
Happy Valentine's Day, I hope you are doing well.
I have a question for you...
Are you willing to take on a quest?
If so, please kindly see the clue below.
With each clue I shall also write a reason for something, though I shall leave it to your imagination as to what those pertain to.
Kind Regards,
Your Secret Admirer
Hint 1: The place in which Drew Farrow attempts to write whilst trying to not be distracted by Tilly Frost.
Reason #1: Your Kindness
Now that was... unexpected.
Would it really be so bad? I thought to myself. At least it would be something to distract me from stupid Valentine's day and help me not feel so lonely. But my mind countered with the question, but what if it's a trick?
As the bell cut short my mental debate, I came to a decision with uncharacteristic spontaneity,
I'll do it.
I carefully removed the rose and gently placed it in my locker before quickly gathering what I needed for my next classes. Then, closing my locker, I turned and began walking through the halls still filled with scurrying teenagers.
Now absorbed in this unexpected turn of events, I barely noticed all the PDAs and Valentine's day fuss still happening. Instead, I kept turning over the first hint in my mind.
The place in which Drew Frost attempts to write...
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A Single Rose (a Valentine's Story)
RomanceEmily Stone hates February the 14th, and she simply can't wait for it to be over. Why? Valentine's Day. But when she finds a single rose on her locker, attached to which is a clue, her day takes on an unexpected turn. At first suspecting a trick...
