Seraphina's POV
When the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, I sprang into action, quickly packing my bag with a sense of urgency. I could hear Serene calling my name, her voice echoing down the hallway as I hurried to my locker.
I opened the door to my locker and swiftly tucked the small red box inside my bag, glancing over my shoulder to see Serene striding toward me, her expression a mix of annoyance and concern.
"Hey, Serene! I'm sorry I left you like that; I was in such a hurry," I said, forcing a smile and a lie that felt uncomfortable on my tongue. I didn't want her to pry about the red box-she would definitely nag me about it. My curiosity about what was inside was growing by the minute.
"Really? In a hurry? Seriously, Seraphina?" she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah, I am! I need to see our homeroom teacher; she asked for me," I added, trying to sound convincing.
Serene narrowed her eyes, skepticism written all over her face.
"Hmm, okay then. I'll wait for you at the front gate, kay?"
I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as she turned to leave. I quickened my pace toward the restroom, my heart racing. It was exhausting to lie, I thought, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.
Ten minutes later, I returned to Serene, and together we made our way home. Once I arrived, I fell into my usual routine, showering and eating dinner with my family.
But my mind was elsewhere, fixated on the mysterious red box.
In the solitude of my room, I pulled the small red box from my bag, my heart quickening with anticipation. "Okay, I'm a little nervous about this. I hope it's not something creepy," I chuckled to myself, trying to lighten the mood.
I carefully unwrapped the box, peeling back the layers with deliberate slowness. When I finally opened it, I gasped in surprise.
"A flower? Flower seeds in a pot?" I questioned aloud, staring at the delicate arrangement before me. Should I water this? I pondered, examining the small pot. "It definitely looks like it needs water. I wonder who gave this to me. I'm really curious about what kind of flower it is," I muttered, my mind racing with possibilities.
I placed the small pot beside my window, ensuring it would get plenty of sunlight. After filling a small watering can, I gently watered the plant, my thoughts swirling around the mystery of its origin.
Sometimes, the idea of receiving a gift from someone I didn't know made me uneasy. I didn't have a large circle of friends, and the thought of someone reaching out to me was both comforting and unsettling.
As an introvert, I often found myself lost in my thoughts, wondering who might have left this lovely pot for me.
I continued to think about it, losing track of time as the minutes slipped away.
Before I knew it, I glanced at the clock on my wall and realized it was almost past my bedtime.
With a sigh, I walked over to my bed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. I said my prayers, hoping for clarity about the flower and its mysterious giver, before sinking into the comfort of my blankets and drifting off to sleep.
End Of POV
The old wooden floorboards creaked under the weight of the intruder's footsteps as he slipped inside, a shadowy figure silhouetted against the pale moonlight filtering through the lace curtains.
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