An Unexpected Gift
Uploaded by Social_Light on Sep 30, 2001
Marisol walked into the large highschool building. There were people socializing in little groups all the way down the long main hall. She glanced at her schedule and headed tward her first class. On her way she passed people she would have waved to in middle school, people that would've smiled were they not so obsorbed in themselves now, they didn't notice her.
In her first class of the day, which was English, she sat in the corner behind a group of cackling girls. They girls passed notes to her, but only for her to pass on. They girl who appeared to be their leader, spoke with a lisp, and when she'd swing her head around almost hitting Marisol with her hair, she'd apologize and claim she'd forgotten anyone was behind her. Marisol wasn't suprized; Marisol thought the girl hat probably forgotten her own name at times.
The rest of the day was just as eventful; people shoving past her in the hall, groups of guys and girls passing notes and she was invisable.
At the end of the day, Marisol hung up a picture of her mother in her locker. She cried soft tears quietly, as she painfully remembered the night her mother took her last breath, which had only been weeks ago. Thoughts of her mother's smile, laugh, voice, and kind words made her heart ache.
"Marisol! I've been looking all over for you!" Tamera, Marisol's best friend, interupted her mournful thoughts. Tamera was a short medium sized red-headed girl, with a big smile on always.
"Oh, honey, are you okay?" Tamera embarrassed Marisol.
"Yes I'm fine." Marisol replied solumnly.
"Okay, good. I found this little piece of paper in our locker this mourning. It had your name on it, but I didn't think you'd mind if I read it." Tamera handed the magled note, which clearly had been folded neatly at one time, to Marisol. "It says like, all this stuff about angels watching you, and that, like, you should smile, and all kinds of stuff. I think you've got an admirer!" Tamera smirked and waited as Marisol unfolded the note, who's previous sharp folds had been forced into an odd uneven square. The handwritting looked beautiful, and it was printed in green ink. Each word seemed specially chosen and made her heart fill with joy. As her eyes passed over each word she felt lighter and happier than she had all week....