Oasis Path©(English Version)BOOK 1 OASIS SAGA

Part 8.

Lawrence, December 20th.

I’ve stumbled upon something truly wonderful. My love for butterflies, with their vibrant colors and free flight, has intensified even more after a visit to the library. Anticipation filled the air as Choral Singing class was about to begin, and one of Mr. Smith’s assistants handed me a note authorizing my absence from class due to a direct request from Mr. Smith himself. The note included a request for Lisa to accompany me.

We promptly headed to meet Mr. Smith, who briefly thanked us for the photos and expressed interest in meeting my roommate. Additionally, he asked Lisa to assist me by taking various study materials to the room, a gesture of gratitude for the photographs. I accepted the gift somewhat embarrassed, and we quickly bid farewell as Mr. Smith was heading to a meeting with the council.

The note handed to Mrs. Owen served as a pass for the entire period, and Lisa agreed to use it to avoid returning to Choral Singing class. After leaving all the materials in the room, we decided to head to the library in search of an interesting book.

Lisa picked a book and immersed herself in reading, occasionally pausing on specific pages. I grabbed another book, not paying much attention to the title, and began flipping through it aimlessly. I turned several pages until I discovered that the book was hollow, serving as a hiding place for a small black bag.

Although I contemplated examining its contents, Lisa claimed my attention, and I opted to return the book to its place. However, an almost irresistible impulse urged me to keep the mysterious little bag.

I sat beside Lisa as she began sharing details about the book she had chosen and her plans to continue reading it. We spent quite some time like that. All I wanted was to know what was inside the bag.

“It’s almost time to go back to the classroom, Amelie,” Lisa said after checking the library clock. “I’ll return the book and come back for it another day. Will you wait here?”

As Lisa prepared to return the book, I seized the opportunity to explore the contents of the bag. With extreme care, I opened the small bag and discovered a delicate silver ring that resembled a bracelet, adorned with tiny, colorful butterflies that hung delicately.

The temptation to try it on was irresistible. Despite knowing I shouldn’t take what wasn’t mine, I let myself be carried away and decided to see how it would look on my left hand. When I put it on, something astonishing happened: the ring closed on its own, as if it had a life of its own. It was such a surreal moment that left me bewildered and full of questions.

Despite the awe and confusion I felt about the bracelet incident in the library, Lisa was urging us to return to the classroom. I tried to hide my hand as best as I could on our way back.

Throughout the day, I’ve unsuccessfully attempted to remove the bracelet. While I find it appealing, two facts are undeniable: it belongs to someone else, and what happened in the library was quite peculiar. Despite my efforts to keep it a secret, Lisa discovered it and was fascinated. When she asked where I bought it, I couldn’t resist the temptation to lie, telling her it was a gift from my mother.

I hate lying, but lately, it has become a troubling trend. Tomorrow, I’ll decide to take off the bracelet. For now, I just want to rest and leave behind the surprises of this day.