Post by cabbit on Jul 22, 2012 14:42:54 GMT -5
Sophie stood on her porch after school with a curious gaze on a package leaning against her front door. The seventeen-year-old picked the lightweight cardboard up and ran her fingers across the red, white and blue designs that signified it came from the postal office downtown. Looking on the upper left corner was her name written in neat handwriting almost like hers.
'Sophie Archer'
Yup, it was from the same person Sophie thought of as she ran the countless similar packages she got in the past with the same handwriting. The same mysterious pen pal that left no return address and always seemed to know what she was up to. Though, through their many letters she's come to know he did go to her school and was older than her. But whether that meant he was a teacher or student he never really spesified.
Despite the obvious suspisoun she should have felt for such a nameless Stranger to know her as well as he did, Sophie was not afraid. Curiosity for the person who was sending the letters she received every week seemed to drive her to make friends with the them and reply, just to see their reaction.
Shivering, she suddenly remembered the cold October wind pulling her brown, wavy hair to and fro. So, with another glance at the letter clutched in her small hand, Sophie unlocked the door and walked in. Once Sophie closed her door and walked into the kitchen, dropping her backpack into a chair. She sat in the chair next to her backpack excitedly she opened the cardboard to see what was inside. Squenting her soft brown eyes to the suns' rays from the window beside her, she notice two items fall out of the package. A piece of notebook paper and a silky crimson ribbon. Picking up the ribbon brown eyes sparkled in wonder at the gift she received from her self-proclaimed pen pal. The ribbon shimmered in the afternoon light of the uncovered window next to the kitchen table.
Setting the ribbon down the teenager picked up the single piece of paper. She read the few sentences written on the paper.
'I hope you like the ribbon, I found it awhile back and thought you would like it. And I saw your artwork on display at school the other day. I told you it was a good idea to draw that. Flowers are one of the best things I've seen of your art work shown in school. Also, please be more careful how you go down the stairs at school, you almost fell twice this week, it made me almost have a heart attack while I was one my way to class as well.'
The familiar shiver ran down Sophie's spine as she remembered about how she did almost fall down the stairs at school yesterday and just two days ago. How this person knew about her daily clumsy acts intrigued her.
Getting up from her seat Sophie stretched and made her way down the hall with her backpack in tow to start on her homework and her reply. But, before she passed the spair room a thought came to mind. Looking back into the kitchen, past the piece of paper with the crimson ribbon glimmering in the high sun, to the window looking out into her backyard and neighbors' home. The usual floral sheet that acted as a curtain to cover the window and the inside of her kitchen from view was laying haphazardly on the linolium floor under the round kitchen table meant for two.
"Wasn't that covered this morning...?"Sophie thought out loud.No one had been in the houes since she locked the door to walk to the bus stop with her friends at 6:50 that morning. Sophie tilted her head and thought about her dad maybe coming home early for lunch and just didn't notice it. But she inwardly shook her head as she remembered her father packing his lunch for the day. Another moment and she shrugged it off.
"No big deal...it probably fell off the thumb tacks holding it up." the teenager muttered to herself ignorantly and continued to the end of the hall.
'Sophie Archer'
Yup, it was from the same person Sophie thought of as she ran the countless similar packages she got in the past with the same handwriting. The same mysterious pen pal that left no return address and always seemed to know what she was up to. Though, through their many letters she's come to know he did go to her school and was older than her. But whether that meant he was a teacher or student he never really spesified.
Despite the obvious suspisoun she should have felt for such a nameless Stranger to know her as well as he did, Sophie was not afraid. Curiosity for the person who was sending the letters she received every week seemed to drive her to make friends with the them and reply, just to see their reaction.
Shivering, she suddenly remembered the cold October wind pulling her brown, wavy hair to and fro. So, with another glance at the letter clutched in her small hand, Sophie unlocked the door and walked in. Once Sophie closed her door and walked into the kitchen, dropping her backpack into a chair. She sat in the chair next to her backpack excitedly she opened the cardboard to see what was inside. Squenting her soft brown eyes to the suns' rays from the window beside her, she notice two items fall out of the package. A piece of notebook paper and a silky crimson ribbon. Picking up the ribbon brown eyes sparkled in wonder at the gift she received from her self-proclaimed pen pal. The ribbon shimmered in the afternoon light of the uncovered window next to the kitchen table.
Setting the ribbon down the teenager picked up the single piece of paper. She read the few sentences written on the paper.
'I hope you like the ribbon, I found it awhile back and thought you would like it. And I saw your artwork on display at school the other day. I told you it was a good idea to draw that. Flowers are one of the best things I've seen of your art work shown in school. Also, please be more careful how you go down the stairs at school, you almost fell twice this week, it made me almost have a heart attack while I was one my way to class as well.'
The familiar shiver ran down Sophie's spine as she remembered about how she did almost fall down the stairs at school yesterday and just two days ago. How this person knew about her daily clumsy acts intrigued her.
Getting up from her seat Sophie stretched and made her way down the hall with her backpack in tow to start on her homework and her reply. But, before she passed the spair room a thought came to mind. Looking back into the kitchen, past the piece of paper with the crimson ribbon glimmering in the high sun, to the window looking out into her backyard and neighbors' home. The usual floral sheet that acted as a curtain to cover the window and the inside of her kitchen from view was laying haphazardly on the linolium floor under the round kitchen table meant for two.
"Wasn't that covered this morning...?"Sophie thought out loud.No one had been in the houes since she locked the door to walk to the bus stop with her friends at 6:50 that morning. Sophie tilted her head and thought about her dad maybe coming home early for lunch and just didn't notice it. But she inwardly shook her head as she remembered her father packing his lunch for the day. Another moment and she shrugged it off.
"No big deal...it probably fell off the thumb tacks holding it up." the teenager muttered to herself ignorantly and continued to the end of the hall.