Words that Defined My Future

Chapter 7

Bzzt... My phone vibrated:

New Multimedia Message

I was now looking at Victoria's message and it said:

You might know the story one way but I know it this way. I was in lunch or the class after English in middle school. I sat in the table awaiting for my friends. I looked around to look for them. I saw Carlos, Bell, and Larry head my way. They were laughing at something. I ignored them, they were usually causing trouble to someone, well except Bell. I started eating my lunch.

"So you guys heard what Larry did?", Carlos asked with a little pride and laughter.

"Yes", Bell said.

"No", I said. They turned to me with a surprised face.

Carlos turned to Larry. "Would you do us the honor and tell her what you did?"

"During my third class I have this austere guy that seperates from the whole class, we all think he is a freak. Anyways his name is Christian, Christopher...? I don't know... Well the thing is that I hid his notebook in the shelf next to the entrance door behind the dictionaries."

(Could it be Chris? The one that I met in elementary. Was he looking for his notebook when I walked in? It couldn't be?) "Oh", I said.

The rest of the lunch they spent talking about teachers and how old they were and how some look like they have comb overs.

After lunch I had art. Our teacher wasn't there so we couldn't continue working in our painting project so I decided to read my book. I looked through my backpack and it wasnt there. I remembered I took it out during my English class so I asked the sub for permission to go pick it up.

As I walked in the class I went to my desk and got my book. I looked at the shelf that Larry mentioned. (Was he telling the truth?) I went to check and see. Well they weren't lying. I looked for the teacher but there was a sub, I knew it wasnt safe to leave it there. I thought about giving it to the teacher the following day.

I went back to my art class and went on through the day. When I got home I took out everything from my back to fix it. I happened to get your book and started to look through it and one specific poem caught my attention.

**It was the same exact poem Bruno had given me a couple of days ago, the one slip of paper that fell from my locker, which I recognize the words from your poem.**

At first I didn't know you wrote them for me but I didn't give the book right away, I kept it to read the rest of it. It only had 33 poems so I read one daily. I gave to the teacher after one month.

This is important because I memorized your hand writing back then and when I saw the note in physics class I familiarized your handwriting with the one from the random poem. When you responded back I compared it and it was surely you. Come to think of it now, I believe you wrote that poem and all of the ones in your notebook for me. Most of those poems related to me and how I was. Come to think of it, how did Bruno get his hands on those poems?

When I fnished reading it I didn't know what to reply.