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Halley smiled when she walked into her classroom, people were saying hi to her and she made sure she returned the greeting with their individual names. She was the student council president after all. She wasn't the most popular girl in school but everyone knew her name. She has been number 1 in every class since the 5th grade. Not only did she study hard, she found the time to volunteer as a tutor for others. Her whole life was planned out for her in a binder she kept in her possession at all times. She knew she wanted to go to Harvard Law to become a lawyer, then a judge, then a senator, then the first female president. She had big plans for her future and that is why she worked hard on building bridges with everyone. You never know who someone will become. Something her father was always telling her when she watched him put on his 3 piece suit everyday for work in a call center. She had a certain ambition in her belly that made her want to be the best of the best. That is why she dressed for success at all times, never will you catch her unprepared. If there was a way she can help, you better believe she was helping. She organized fundraisers and clean up crews and blood drives. She was in charge of the yearbook committee and handled all the school dances preparations. She worked hard and enjoyed every moment of it. There was a certain hopefulness she got when she helped another. She loved it. Loved being useful.
Delivery for Room 812
There was a well founded reason Jacob Bringsley couldn’t bring himself to open the parcel handed to him moments prior, and the mere thought of that reason, tempted him to leap from the hotel balcony.
DOGS vs BUGS.
Hugo just moved into his brand new house. After unpacking most of his things there were still a few boxes left in the garage that were going to be used for later. One day he went to look for something that he knew was in one of these boxes. He went into the garage and found the brown paper box that he was looking for. At this time it had been there for months.
I. Jeans Loses Sight Right from the Get-go Jeans faltered. His posture was leaning. He stood in front of a packed Reception Hall. Jeans’ Reception Hall looked like a middling Midwestern American Church lobby. There were windows looking out to the Sea. And the Sea was covered in still, dark water.
A Mysterious Box
After getting out of his mom’s car, Andy quickly dashed over to the swing where the three other kids were playing. Nathan, swinging on the swing set, was a year older than Andy at eleven years old. He had short brown hair and wore a plain blue t-shirt and black shorts with two thin white stripes on each side. Tiffany, age eleven was pushing Nathan, her younger brother. She had shoulder length blonde hair that was tied to each side in two braids on either side. She wore a teal-colored tank-top and blue jeans that were very new. And Zach had dark-brown skin and no hair, Zach was a recovering cancer patient. His hair would grow back soon, but not yet. He wore a red shirt with black letters that said ‘I SURVIVED’ on the front. He had black shorts. Andy wore a medium green colored shirt with blue jean shorts and had thin red hair. He also wore glasses.
Ami sighed as she touched the cover of the book. Embossed, dark, fancy. She suddenly became self conscious about having touched it. Just be normal, she chided herself.
The Perilous Package
I got another package in the mail today. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I do order a lot of things online so it wasn’t really that surprising. Sometimes I even got packages meant for neighbors, living in a large apartment complex with often obscured building and unit numbers. I checked my email, and seeing no alerts, picked up the package.
Who's Mystery is This?
As I look down the tracks the flickering light outlines a small box wrapped in brown paper. The edge is torn as though someone had tried to open it, but left in a hurry. I look to the left and right slowly, sending piercing looks in to the dark corners of the station. Where could they have gone? I pick up the box, which is surprisingly heavy. I think I can hear bits of metal or glass inside. Rain begins to fall like gang members intimidating me off their turf. I retreat to the covered area. I don’t think I can track down the owner of the package. Who knows how long it has been here. My car is the only vehicle at the station and there was no one when I pulled up.