Zendaya and Bella (Another story of us) -ON HOLD

Chapter 51- The love letter and strange words

He walked down the hall and knocked on the door. He waited for someone to answer.  He was an Indian. He wore his turban because his family were Sikhs (an Indian religion. I have a friend in my class named Ravdeep, he is a Sikh and wears a turban everyday and is short).

  He was short, about 4'12. Everyone around him tortured him because of his height. He never looked down on anyone else. Every girl he tried to get with either turned him down or he found out that the girl got with him because of his money. He was hoping that she was the one. Even though she was 5'10, he loved her no matter what.

He stared up at the red head standing before him.

"Um Hello" he said as she looked down at him with a smile.

"Hi. You are here for????..." Bella asked

"Um your very tall friend" he said. "Zendaya".

"Well she's asleep, you'll just have to come back later" Bella said. However she wasn't asleep. She was wide awake.

  She just listened to music under her blanket.

"Oh. Well, can you give her this?" he asked handing out a envelope.

"Sure." Bella accepted.

"Thank-you. Tell Zendaya that we should hang out some time" he said before walking away. Bella smiled as she watched the small boy walk up the hall to his room.

  She closed the door and walked back to her bed and layed down while eyeballing Zendaya's bed to make sure she hasn't gotten up. She was going to read this letter to see what it said before she did.

  She tore it open and it read...

  Dear Zendaya Maree Steamer Coleman,

   I'm going to start off by saying that my name is Alex, Alex Winching. I know what you are as well as your friend. I know what you guys have been through and I know what you're going through right now. I want to say that I love you with all my heart. Although I don't know you very well, I know you enough to say those touching words. The paranormal and supernatural is very real. This school is  haunted and has changed me. I was hoping that me and you can talk about our encounters one day. I understand if you don't want to. I'M pretty much used to beautiful girls like you turning me down because of my height. If you do not remember me. I'M the boy who walked you to you on your 5th day here and said I wanted to make sweet Indian love to you. I know you couldn't have forgotten that. OK I'M not gonna write a book for you, I want you to think really hard about this...Thanks!!!!!❤❤❤❤❤❤

  Sincerely, Alexander

She read every last bit of it and looked over at Zendaya who was now sitting up in bed looking at her.

"Hey Daya" she said folding up the letter trying to act as cool as possible.

"Oh Hi Bells. What is that in tired hand?" she asked getting up and walking over to her bed.

"Just a piece of paper. I was writing a letter to the principal about some stuff that went on here" she made up a quick lie like she always does.

"Oh really, can I see? Please" Zendaya held out her hand.

"I want it to be perfected before you read it" she said.

"Oh I can do that for you. I love editing.....wait" she said."You hate writing. No matter what you write"

"OK, here" she finally gave up and handed her the paper.

   She had almost forgot that she was possessed by a serial killer. How could she forget that?

"Bella what have I told you about reading my letters and mail without permission." She stood up.

"I'M sorry. I was curious" she said.

   Whoever was talking, it wasn't her. She never got upset and fussed at me like that. She'll normally huff and sit down and let it go.

"Sure you're sorry. You know what I'M gonna do" she asked

I backed up a little. "No..what?" I asked her afraid of what she may do.

"I'll tell you what I'M gonna do when you look at my stuff without asking." she pulled out a razor blade from her back pocket. What that's dangerous.

"I'll kill you Bella" she held up the mini knife infront of me.

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