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{The Schoolball} (part twenty three)

It was a few days ago, when The Prowler saved me. After that, I was sick unfortunately, like in: a fever, and headaches. It started to get worser, and worser each day. My mom would bring me cups of tea, and soup.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" She asked, and I layed in bed, with a pale face. She looked at me with concern. "God..." She putted the cup of soup on the nightstand. "C'mere." She grabbed my arms gently, as she layed my head on her chest. "It's okay...Shh..." She reassured me. It was so soothing. I closed my eyes, as I thought about nothing. Nothing, it was so...Good... I could smell her scent. Is was so calming to know there was someone I could rely on.

My dad also gave a glare into the room. "hey, is our little girl not feeling well?" He asked, as he sat next to my mother. "N-no.." I coughed. "We should keep her home, Axel." My mom spoke. My dad agreed. "Yes, we don't want this sickness to become worser, do we, my dear?" My dad kissed the top of my head softly. I nod. I was relieved I didn't had to return back to that hellhole. I sigh, and my mom carefully layed me down on my pillow. "I'll get you a sandwich, would you like that?" She asked me, as she putted a strand of my hair behind my ear. "O-okay, mom..." I said, as I fell asleep.

My mom left my room, to make a sandwich for me. I had a replay of the moment The Prowler saved me. He wasn't the bad villain I would've imagine myself. I then heard a thud against my door to the balcony. I looked up, but the curtains were still covering up my window. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I started to freak out. 'Maybe the window was open? Did my mom open it?' I thought. I get out of bed, and my weak body made it's way to the window. When I opened the window, I saw somethin I just...Could not place in my head. It was... A...Letter. Letter or note. I opened the window, as I grabbed it. There was a rose attached to it. How... Peculair... I unttached the rose, it was a black one. Not my favorite color, but I guess it wasn't really a problem. I opened the letter, as I started to read it.

"In the twinkling lights of the school hall,

I find my courage, though it feels small.

My heart races with every thought,

Of asking you to the school ball, as I ought.

With every smile you light the room,

Turning winter's chill into spring's bloom.

Your laughter, a melody sweet and clear,

Draws me closer, quelling my fear.

The stars above can't match your glow,

A beauty within, more than you know.

In your presence, time seems to stall,

So would you join me at the school ball?

We'd dance beneath the shimmering lights,

Creating memories through the night.

Hand in hand, we'll take the floor,

And make this night worth waiting for.

So here I am, my heart laid bare,

Hoping for a moment we might share.

Will you be my date, my dream, my all?

Say you'll join me at the school ball."

I was flabbergasted when I read the poem. I felt my heart beating faster, as I read it again, and again. I had no words. Someone asked me to the schoolball. Schoolball? When was that again? I looked for my phone, as I found it on my nightstand, on the recharger. I unpluged the cable, and I get on Google. I typed my schoolwebsite in, and searched for the announcement.