The Letters By Nika
The box stared back at me like it had its own eyes. It had been over 3 years since a package, or anything in the mail was addressed to me. With shaky hands I picked up the small, little white box, with a tiny pink ribbon. The feel of the box was smooth, and a little cold in my hands. I popped off the lid, and a letter was inside. The paper looked a little old and faded, with gold around the edges. I sat down on our porch swing. Before I even read the letter, I sensed something strange. Because who writes a letter and puts it in a box?
I set the box to the side and began reading the letter.
2010 your parents divorce. 2011 you sister moves out to live with your aunt. 2012 you move here. Why don’t people know these things Andi? What else are you hiding?
The letter dropped from my hands. And I froze. Who is M? Who could possibly know this? An overcoming feeling of fear and threat washed over me. And I could sense that this was only the beginning. I moved to Florida 4 years ago, to start over. My dad didn’t want my mom to move with us, but she couldn't stand being away from me. Of course no one knows this here. And I would do anything to keep it that way. And I didn’t want anything else uncovered either. I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and started to walk to school.
“Hey Andi!” The familiar voice of my best friend Blaire called after me. I could hear her footsteps tapping on the sidewalk as she ran to catch up with me.
“Hey” I said back, with little expression.
“Is everything okay?” she asked peering up at me with her huge brown eyes. Blaire had always known when something was wrong. She could tell when I was upset like it was a sixth sense of hers.
“I’ve just had a strange morning” I said letting out a breath, “ I got this weird letter in a box, someone writing things about my family. I don’t know I’m just kind of freaked out” I wish I could tell her the whole truth. I was way more than a little freaked out.
“Did the paper have gold edges? And a pink ribbon?” She asked. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was about to say, how the heck do you know that, but she cut me off.
“Sorry, that just sounds like what Josi gave me and some girls for christmas last year. She put our card inside our gifts. But it might not be her, I wouldn't jump to any conclusions.” I stared at Blaire. Of course, that made perfect sense. Josi hates me. But how could she find this out? And why would she care?
I stormed past the school crowd as I walked inside. My anger and fear consuming me. My footsteps boomed like I had struck lightning with each one. Then finally, I spotted her.
“Josi” I said with a harshness in my voice. Her long, shiny black hair spun around and her face met mine. When she realized it was me, her smile dropped.
“Andi? Ew what do you want?” she spat.
“The box on my doorstep. I know it was you.” I said, even though I couldn’t be 100% sure.
“What are you talking about?” she said kind of whining, “you're wasting my time.”
I took a deep breath and pulled her aside. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know? What is this for, blackmail? How did you get this information?” I said whispering harshly. Josi removed my arm off of hers. She look a little confused, but mostly just weirded out.
“Huh? Umm okay. First of all I don’t have the slightest clue what you're talking about, but frankly I don’t care. And second of all, can you loosen your grip next time? Thanks.” she smiled fakely and walked away like she was a runway model. A burst of rage seized through my bones, and burned through my body like wildfire.
The sound of first bell startled me, and I hustled to me locker. As I opened the door, out of the corner of my eye I saw my friend Pedro walking up to me. I turned to face him. In his hands he held a small little white box, with a tiny pink ribbon. You’ve got to be kidding.
“Hey Andi! I found this box addressed to you, it was laying on the ground, so I thought i’d bring it to you.” He smiled, his dark blonde hair was a tousled mess. I laughed a little.
“Thanks” I said trying to show no other emotion while grabbing the box. “What did you do to your hair today?” I asked. He peered into my locker mirror and gasped, instantly running his fingers through his hair. Perdo always freaked out if his hair wasn’t styled right. He turned to walk away.
“You’ll have to tell me what it is later, see ya!” He said and started walking. I grabbed my things for first period and shut my locker.
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In study hall, the last period of my school day, I pulled out the box and opened it. Inside the box was a letter. How surprising I thought rolling my eyes. I took a moment to brace myself before I started reading.
Your parents divorce in 2010 because your mom had a serious gambling problem. What a shame. And it’s sad how fast you jump to conclusions.
The words “And it’s sad how fast you jump to conclusions” rang in my head like a ongoing bell. Where did I hear that earlier? Suddenly it occurred to me. The moment flashed through my head. Blaire. I raised my hand. And Mr.Ronder looked up at me.
“Yes Andi?” He asked looking up from his computer.
“Can I go the the bathroom?” I asked fastly, gripping my trapper keeper. As he was dismissing me, I got a hold of my stuff and casually walked out of the classroom.
Once I closed the door, I ran to my locker. I threw everything in their except my phone. Blaire has study hall as her last class also. But her study hall is on the opposite side of the school. But my guess is she probably knew I would be looking for her. I ran down the empty halls to where I knew Blaire would be. My footsteps a slight tap in the silence. My breath getting heavier. The walls and doors I was passing blurred a little. I knew Blaire would be on the closed off staircase, only teachers used. I just had a feeling. When I finally reached the doors to the staircase, I peered through window. Blaire was talking to another teacher. I quickly turned back against the wall, and slid down until I was sitting with my knees hugged against my chest. I could feel my heart beating. Not just because I ran to the other side of the school, but because of what I was about to do. The door flung open and the teacher walked straight out without noticing me at all. Perfect. I slowly stood up. I opened my phone, I took a deep breath and hit record.
I slid my phone into my pocket, and flung open the door.
“Blaire” I half talked, half yelled as I passed through the door.
“Andi, what's up” her words were sarcastic and drawn out. A flash of anger zoomed past my face. The door slammed behind me, and I became grateful for the soundproof walls.
“I know it was you. How could you do this?” my breath hitched in my throat and a tear slipped from my eye, slowly making its way down my face. I continued, “I thought you were my best friend.” Another tear slipped from eye, but I tried to show a brave face. Blaire’s face turned into an evil smirk, and she said “ The real question is, how could you? You kept all this from me, how honest to your best friend.” She spat.
“What? I kept this from everyone, I moved here to start over, I didn't want to bring that with me. I didn’t want you to judge me. How did you get this information? Why did you do this?” I felt so confused and betrayed.
“ Oh please, I had my dad look into it, considering he is a cop and all. And you deserve this for lying to your best friend for three years. But don’t worry, I’ll find a way for you to make it up to me.” She smiled fakely.
“Well one things for sure” I started. “You're not my best friend anymore.” I said tears now flowing down my face. It would be hard to let go of her. I turned around to leave, but looked back at her face. She had now started crying. Looking like she regretted everything.
“Goodbye, Blaire” I stated with hint of deep sorrow. And with that, I shut the door behind me, and ran.