It was the third week of January when I received that strange letter. Or was it the second week? Either way, it was January 11.
It was an early Monday morning and I was in my room getting my things ready. I glanced at my wall clock and saw that I still had a lot of time before school started.
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"Alright," I sighed and straightened my back, "I've got everything." I quickly walked over to the standing mirror beside my door and checked myself in the mirror.
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I grinned at my reflection as I twirled myself around. I still can't get over my school uniform even though I've been wearing it for the past three years of high school. Aside from it being my favorite colors, it was also really fashionable.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Come in!" I shouted as I walked over to my closet to take out my school shoes.
"Morning," my mom greeted as she peeked her head into my room, "you ready for school?"
"Almost," I laughed and sat on my bed, slipping on my shoes before lacing them up, "what's for breakfast?"
"Deep fried catfish," she grinned, "your favorite."
"Finally!" I cheered happily. I really do love deep fried catfish. I can eat two bowls of rice with that. Like, seriously. "I'll be down right away!" I said and stood back up. My mom nodded and was going to close my door when her head popped back in.
"Oh yeah!" She said and this time she walked inside, her hands behind her back. "Before I forget," she revealed a bulky looking envelope in one hand, "you got this in my mail right now." I raised an eyebrow as I accepted it from her outstretched hand.
"For me?" I questioned and turned the envelope over to the front. It was addressed to me, but there was no return address. "What's this?" It really was as heavy as it looked. I looked back up at my mom who just shrugged.
"I don't know," she hummed and started walking out, "but it looks like your handwriting." And then she closed the door.
I looked back at the envelope and looked at my name and address at the front.
