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Happily the day was expiring at a much quicker rate and I find myself in the Activities office again. Maybe now I'll get to see that letter. I have to do my duties first and for some reason there seems to be more things to do than usual but finally I'm done and pull the note from my pocket.
It took forever to figure out how to open the darn thing. My perception is off today, twice I nearly walked into an open locker door and three times I bumped into another student. I would have steam rolled over Mrs. Paradise my History teacher if Tyler hadn't pulled me away at the last second.
I smooth out the note and spread it before me.
Thank you for saying what you did.
The Eight Ball was a gift and means more to me than perhaps it should.
You said you were "Plagued with the worries of disappointment and disapproval."
Personally I think it would be nice to have someone care enough about you that you have need to worry, but that's just me.
I liked your sailboat.
You seem to be "fishing" for something.
Do you even know what it is?
And if you caught it would you recognize it as what you wanted or
would you just be happy with the catch and throw it back?
Was I fishing for something? I hadn't really thought about it until she brought it up. So, I guess my first answer would be, no, I don't know what it is I am fishing for. Truthfully, I chose the sailboat because it was the easiest of the folded pieces in the book to duplicate but she believes it to be some strange metaphor. It explains why she folded hers into a fish.
She'd probably be disappointed to know I'm not that deep. In fact, I'm rather shallow. Not Jessica's kind of shallow just I tend to keep my feelings apparently where everyone can read me like book, no hidden agenda, just me. I'm not a hard guy to "figure out." Perhaps, I should try to be a little more mysterious like Brynn.
"There you are?" my Mom says to me as she comes into the Activities office holding boxes of cupcakes and some posters are tucked under her arm.
I quickly throw my book bag over Brynn's letter. Why? No, idea, it just felt like the right thing to do.
"Let me get those for you?" I say taking the boxes of cupcakes from her.
"I need you to do me a favor and hang these posters up by the tables I had set up this morning in the cafeteria before your next class starts."
Mom hands me the posters, and they're awesome. The picture is of a profile of a woman whose long hair is flowing out behind her and the hair morphs into butterflies that are breaking away to form the word HOPE.
"Wow!" I say mesmerized.
My Mom comes and stands next to me and says, "I know right."
That's when I notice it. Small and in the right hand corner is her signature but just her first name, Brynn. I blink in case my tired mind is playing a trick on me but it really is there, hidden among the butterflies.
"Brynn did these?" I ask my Mom, still unable to take my eyes away.
"I told you yesterday she is a brilliant artist," Mom reminds me. "She came in early to help me calibrate the printer. That thing is a monster and I can never get it to print the colors the way that I want. Turns out, Brynn is wizard when it comes that kind of stuff."
So, that's where you ran off too. Suddenly my good mood comes surging back. Coincidence? I think not.
"I'll go right now," I say taking the roll of tape from the activities desk. "I'll come back for the cupcakes at lunch if that's okay?"
"Sure" Mom says. "I've got to make today's announcements so you need to make it fast. I don't want you late for your next class."
"Got it." I pack up my belongings quickly shuffling Brynn's letter into my bag and get going.
The Cafeteria is deserted. The first lunch period won't be for another half hour.
I get the posters up behind the table with the pink table clothes my mom set up for the bake sale. Standing back I observed my handy work.
"I think that one needs to go a little to the left."
Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turn to see Brynn standing behind me. "Were you a ninja in a past life?" I ask her, as I will my heart to slow down.
She laughs and the sound of it is better than her smile in evoking a warm feeling that courses through my entire body.
"How do you know I'm not a ninja now? I could be you know. Luckily, I haven't been hired to assassinate you, so you're safe. For now." Then she points back to the posters and says, "No, seriously a little to left with that one."
Running over behind the tables I carry out her request...well actually demand. "Better?" I inquire before pressing the poster against the wall.
"Yep, that'll do it," she replies.
Joining her again on the other side we both stand back and look at the posters.
"They're pretty awesome, but I'm sure you know that already," I say looking down at her.
"Why would I?" she asked seriously, craning her neck to look up at me.
"Seriously?" I'm stunned that no one has told her yet. I know my Mom would have said something.
She just shrugs. "Glad you like them."
"Not that I'm complaining but what brings you to the cafeteria? Aren't you supposed to be in a homeroom somewhere?" I inquire.