Letters here, letters there. Flowers here, flowers there. Couples over here, over there, EVERYWHERE!
Prom, prom, prom, and prom. The only words I’ve been hearing for the entire week. They should give it a break, seriously.
Opening my locker, I quickly shoved my books and notebooks, until I came to notice a small colorful paper hanging in my locker. Weird, actually.
I pulled the paper and squeezed it before I decided looking around and search for a possible… suspect?
These past few days I’ve been receiving letters, which I believe, were prank letters. But today’s letter was actually quite weird. There’s something in this letter that makes me want to believe that there really is a certain someone behind this. Someone real.
'I wish you’d listen more to the song I sing, ‘coz the lyrics speak the words I fail to say.''
And believe me the butterflies in my stomach won’t even stop. Dear Mystery Man, please show yourself, I just want to know whether you’re a psycho killer or the lord of darkness or whatsoever. Trust me, normal boys won’t even think of writing letters. Those pigs are too lazy.
When I was on my way to class, I was thinking how I could join the rehearsals for the cotillion, volleyball, graduation, and all. It’s just too much for me to handle. I still have to submit my projects, thesis and—THESIS! My thesis! Where on Earth is it?!
As quick as I could, I went back to my locker to get my thesis. The deadline was today and I’d be dead if I won’t be able to submit it. Few more minutes and the bell would ring. I can’t even be late for first period or I’ll end up in detention.
Frantically searching for my thesis, papers were scattered in my locker and it was already messy. This is what happens when you just throw and throw things in your locker without organizing them. Come on, where are you?!
Papers here and there yet my thesis paper seem to be hiding from me! This is crazy! I’m going crazy!
And finally! Found it! But then I was late. Aw, come on!
Running as fast as I could with my thesis paper on hand, I quickly went to class. But I was stuck in a situation where I had to choose whether to go inside and submit my thesis, which was the reason why I was late, and end up in detention OR not to go inside, no detention, yes, but also no submission of thesis which means my efforts are going to be useless. Do or Die, Chloe.
Detention, wait for me…
“And may I ask why you are late, Ms. Carter?” Mrs. Jones asked in the middle of her discussion.
“I- uhh, stumbled?” I reasoned, and the class erupted with laughter.
“Well, I hope you don’t stumble again on your way to detention, Ms. Carter.”
I gave out a loud, heavy sigh, still catching my breath. “But Mrs. Jones, I—“
“No buts, Ms. Carter,” she told me. I hate her.
Knowing that I have no other choice, I just walked to my seat, cursing my thesis for making me late.
“Ah ah ah, not so fast, Ms. Carter,” she warned when my butt was half way in the air, about to take a seat. “Don’t you think I’m gonna forget about your thesis.” Ah, of course, the reason why I was late.
Pissed off by the fact that I have to walk in front of everybody just to pass my thesis, I ignored the fact that I’m starting to humiliate myself. And so when I was done handing her my paper, I quickly went back to my seat.
She was scanning my thesis, flipping it page to page. “And what is this paper—or shall I say love letter—inserted here, Ms. Carter? Is this still part of your thesis?”
Love letter? Paper? I don’t get it. “Uh, I’m afraid not, Ms. Jones. My bad, I’m sorry.”
“Would you like me to share it to class, Ms. Carter?”
“No, Mrs. Jones.” I have a bad feeling about this…
No reason to even answer her question, she’s still gonna read it anyway. Mrs. Jones dramatically cleared her throat and started reading the words on the paper. 'Bright cold silver moon, tonight alone in my room, you were here just yesterday. Slight turn of the head, eyes fell when you said, I guess I need my life to change, seems like something’s just not the same. What could I say?'
Three words: What-The-Heck? I couldn’t remember putting that kind of quote or paper or whatsoever in my thesis paper. And no, I couldn’t remember writing it. Is this some kind of joke or the same prank being pulled to me? Cause if it is, then it has got to stop.
“So, Ms. Carter, what do you like me to do with this paper?”
Papers have gotten me into so much trouble today. What the hell’s wrong with papers?!
“I’m sorry again, Mrs. Jones. But could I have the paper back?”
Sure enough, without further babbling and all, she gave me the paper.
I studied the words on the paper. They just don’t make any sense. I mean, they do, but maybe I just could figure out or connect myself with the words. I don’t get it. But there’s this line though that caught my attention.
‘Tonight alone in my room, you were here just yesterday.’
Let’s presume that the sender’s a guy. And I was in his room yesterday. I repeat—I was there! As far as I could remember I only went to… oh god…
Drake and Kean’s place! – But how could it be inserted on my thesis papers?!
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