I was laying on my bed, reading a magazine when the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" I asked aloud.
I hurried over to the door and pulled it open.
Nobody was there.
The only thing I saw was a small envelope on the floor.
This puzzled me.
They could've just put it in the mail slot...
I shrugged and picked it up.
I closed the door and sat down on my couch.
I tore the letter open and read it. It said:
Dear Kayden,
You might not know who I am, but I sure know you. I'd like to meet you. Meet me at Harlem Street at 5:30 p.m. I'll be expecting you.
Love,
your secret admirer
I read it over about five more times. My heart started to beat really fast and I got butterflies in my stomach.
Who could this be?
I had no clue who this person was but my curiosity got the better of me.
I glanced at the clock.
3:22 p.m.
Hmm...
Well I guess I'd better go dress up.
I decided to put on my casual dress.
As I opened my closet and searched for the dress, I kept wondering who this person would be.
I mean, who could actually know me without me knowing them?
It's a tad confusing, you know.
Well, I was going to find out at five thirty.
Up until five o'clock I simply read and watched a little television.
I got up from the couch, picked up my cell phone and hand bag and headed out the door.
As i turned around to lock it, I thought to myself;
this is it.
