Prologue
Sitting in my room I start to think of the riddle someone had sent to me recently.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Remember how I
Promised to find you?"
I have no clue who it could be from. I have never caught anyones eye, I don't remember ever having a stalker. I quikly decided that I would show anyone the note, knowing that they would probably overreact. Or underreact knowing my parents, they would probably track down whoever this person is and give me to them in a box with a bow tied around it. They would even pay for fast shipping. Okay, they wouldn't pay for fast shipping they are way to in love with money for that. Though they have plenty of it to spare. I quikly come back to the present and put the note in the bottom drawer of my desk. This one has a lock, so I lock it up and put the key on a chain.. I turn it into a necklace and put it on. This way I won't lose it, knowing I have a tendency to lose things. I think back to the first note I've ever gotten from this mystery person. I shudder at the many meaning behind that one phrase that started this all. Want to play a game?
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Teen FictionSitting in my room I start to think of the riddle someone had sent to me recently. "Roses are red, Violets are blue, Remember how I Promised to find you?" Now, what the hell does that mean?
