My thoughts swarm around in my head. I'm just wondering why us? Why? Is it because we believe differently? You don't have to pick on us because of that. Everyone is different. Even your best friend. He's not like anyone else. But since we are different you have to call us names throw trash and food at us. I end my thoughts. I grab my phone and walk out of my room.
Knock...knock!!
"Ugh", who seriously is here at 2:24 in the morning? I say out loud and in my head as I walk to the front door.
I open the door and see a box.
Seriously? A box? This is dumb. Oh well might as well pick it up and see what's inside.
I take it in the house and go get a knife to open the taped box. As soon as I'm almost done opening it my thoughts jump right into my head.
No! Stop right there! Someone might have sent something mean or bad. Everyone at school knows you're Mormon. And lately they've been picking on you and every one of your friends because all of you are Mormon.
My thoughts soon go away and I just leave the box on the counter. Mysteries they are things you'll never know unless you solve them. This is a story about my friends and I and unfortunately a boy and his friends.
