Oregon and its weather were unpredictable. That day, the Beaver State decided it wanted to be in the high 80s. Everyone was practically melting, considering Oregon was usually cold and everyone living there was a living snowman.
I rushed to the mailbox, trying to take cover in the shade to avoid the sun. The heat, however, was inescapable and had already made it's way to the metal handle of the mailbox, making it hot. I went to open it.
I cried in surprise as the searing steel handle scorched my skin. My fingertips were now red, probably to blister later on. The mailbox must have been sitting in the hot sun for hours. Trying to ignore my throbbing fingertips, I used the hem of my shirt as a glove to successfully open the door of the box. Grabbing the single envelope, I sighed, looking up towards the sun with my hand as a shield.
"Calm down there, Helios," I said to no one at all. As if on cue, big fluffy clouds moved in, covering the outrageous flaming ball of gas. It instantly felt cooler, now that I had shade.
"Uh... Thanks?" I muttered, slightly confused. I walked back to the kitchen door while observing the letter in my hand. I suddenly understood why the mailman had given it such an odd look while placing it in the box. It didn't look like any envelope I had ever seen before.
It was made of some sort of parchment, with a beautiful red stamp on the back, sealing it shut. It had some sort of crest, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was very tidy, with a small capital 'H' in the middle. I tried digging through my memory, trying to find some sort of clue as to what H stood for, but to no avail. My mind was as blank as a canvas.
I opened the door and walked inside. Compared to the extreme heat of the outdoors, air conditioning was pure bliss. I looked at the front of the envelope.
Ms. J. Monroe
The first room
2702 Dancer Lane
Salem
Oregon
U.S.A
It was addressed to me. Down to the place where I slept.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was a bit shorter than the last, if I didn't stop here I would have been writing for ages! Hope I didn't disappoint you...c:
-Lyn
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FanfictionJane (Plain Jane) Monroe is just as her nickname describes her. Simple. With barely any friends, she is only weeks away from entering the sixth grade. The only problem is, she must abandon her home to learn the full extent of her newly-discovered po...
