Instead of panicking like the average person would if their entire family decided to abandoned them, I stuck to my usual response: go to bed and hope when I wake up the world be better, everything would be just amazing.
In this case my dumb theory, I had used it on several occasions( but not worked) , but this time it worked-when I woke up everyone was home and it was Sunday.
Alot of people do different things on Sundays whether it is: going to church, staying in bed for as long as posible or some other thing.
Personally I chose the second option I like to stay in bed for as long as possible, until I am shouted at by mum or dad, get bored of staring at the ceiling or jumped on by a sibling (or two- a very uncomfortable experience, on the occasion hat it happens)
On this morning in particular I was shouted at by my dad. Apparently I had a letter in the post!
I was so shocked that I bounded out of bed like an overexcited three year old. But when I got downstairs I found out to my disappointment that I didn't know who it was from. But I read it anyway, the letter goes as follows:
To Amanda Jones
Meet me where the sunlight dances, where the white birds float on a sapphire path.
From Unknown
Well that was peculiar, i thought to my self, but i was going to go to the lake anyway so i may aswell go a bit early to meet this suspicious person at the same time.
I would have to remember to put my phone on charge you know just in case, and constant vigilance.
I went back upstairs with my letter in hand and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple T-shirt. I spent the rest of the day hanging around in the garden even though it was normally cold it was warm on that day in particular.
In the garden I sat on my mums wooden chair looking at the view of hills and trees while reading Harry Potter and the prison of Askaban for the 8th time.
As I made my way to the lake of shining water at about 3:30pm I came across Alex walking back from the local cinema where he had been hanging out with his friends.
I could see from the expression on his face he was confused I was out earlier than usual, but he thought better of acknowledging my existence. He does this because he is 'embarrassed' that I am a relative of his, I think it just because a grumpy teenager.
At the lake I went to sit on the old rusty bench where I had been yesterday, when there I noticed a piece of neatly folded paper in a crack in the wood. I slipped it out it's hiding place and unfolded the crisp paper it read:
To Amanda Jones
My apology is greater, than a elephant than a cheetah, I am missing you
already, my heart is feeling heavy.
From unknown
I was suspicious if this was the same person why did he/she know my name? Why was he telling me to meet him/her places? And why does he/she write in poem ot in fancy language. Questions filled me i decided to stare at the water boatmen swimming in the crystal lake.
Half an hour later I tried to link up the goings on of the last couple of days. Maybe if my overreactive mind proves me right the person who intruded me yesterday, is the same person who sent the first letter in the post, who is the same person who left the second letter on the bench.
If all this was correct then maybe I could become a detective.
When I reached my house I was still thinking about who it might be it definitely couldn't have been one of my friends playing a trick none of them could keep a secret and the same goes for my enemies.
It had to be someone I didn't know!
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{authors note: sorry for any spelling or gramma mistakes}
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