A Drop In The Ocean

One more Zoe

One more Zoe

Sam,

                Maybe you’re thinking who I am, I know you don’t know me but I know you. Hope to see you soon again.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                ZOE

                When did she write this letter? I didn’t get it. I know Zoe she’s my friend but why did she write that I don’t know her it’s weird. I texted Zoe that night and she said that she never wrote a letter for me and she said that she doesn’t even know my address. Weird. Who’s this Zoe? I looked up on the letter again and I see again, she said “Again.” So it means that we saw one another, when? When does that happen? My mind going to blow by now! Everything’s so scattered in my mind, can you tell me who Mary is! Zoe! And Josh! Come on! What’s up with this people, I don’t know them but the know me. I buried my face in my pillow and close my eyes. The three names keep repeating in my head and I can’t take it anymore. I grab the journal in my bag and ran outside our house. I was holding the journal in my hand while I was standing in front of our trash can. “Maybe it was never meant for me.” As I was going to open the cap, dad went home, I immediately hide the journal at my back and dad approaches me,

“What are you doing here dear?” dad asks as he patted my head.

“I just thrown the trash.” I said.

“Oh, good, come on let’s go inside, it’s pretty cold here.” Dad said as he patted my back signaling me to go inside, as I walk in I went straight to the kitchen and grab some drinks. I place the journal on the top of our bar and open our ref to get some bottled water. As I was drinking mom went in and ask me something, “Dear, can you ran an errand for me?” she said as she went closer to me.

“What is it mom?” I asked as I slipped the journal through my side.

“Can you bring this over to the Baker’s.” she said and handed me a small box.

“What is this?” I asked as I grab the box on her hand.

“Just give it to them.” She said as she smiles at me, the Baker’s lives across our street for a several years now and whenever my mom isn’t at home you’ll find her there. I really don’t know them, but I went several times there whenever mom’s not home, but I never really had a conversation with them. I crossed the street holding the journal and the small box in my other hand. I knock on their door and Mrs. Baker opens the door for me

.

“Oh, What a surprise Sam, do you need something?”

“Good evening, mom just asked me to bring this for you.” I said as I give the box to her.