It was a Sunday summer morning in Brooklyn when the package came. I never get mail so I sprinted to the front door of my tiny New York apartment. I opened the door and saw the small box on the floor. I picked it up, and strolled inside. I never get packages anymore, so it made me blissful.
Maybe that wouldn't make some people elated, but I guess I'm not the average twenty two year old girl. I'm dying. I have a bad heart and I don't think I can get a new one. Even if a heart became available, there is no way I could pay for it. I only have two more months, and I rarely get excited about anything. Although somehow, something did make me ecstatic, a silly box.
I was immediately attracted to the salmon string wrapped around the package. It was so delicate, beautiful, and fragile it brought me to tears. Even though everything brings me to tears these days. I then cautiously folded the ribbon, and tore open the brown wrapping paper. I opened the box and gazed upon a note. It read; August 11th at noon. Robert's Park. Look for Fountain.
I'm the kind of person who thinks way too much. I've tried to become more spontaneous because of my condition, but imagine what could go wrong. What if I get stood up? What if I get mugged? What if I get kidnapped? Worst of all, what if it's not everything I hope it will be?
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Two More Months
Teen FictionWith two more months left, what do you do? Maddison follows an anonymous note towards a suspicious contest. True friendship begins rapidly in a time of turmoil. Maddison gains that, and so much more. (Written in 8th grade)
