Under a Rock
Part 1
She walked in the courtyard as the
light snowflakes start to dust the cobblestone walkway she had
traveld so many times before. she carried the final letter her
lover would write to her. the tears almost made it illegible. now
was no time to cry, she is cried out, there are none left. Her
goastly walk just supported the evidence that she really is alone.
she sat in the place she once loved, looking up at the ivory
covered walls of the old brick building. she can almost remamber
the old her. she was nothing like the girl she knows now. She
remembers when it all started...
It was the homecoming dance at the Rosemary Institute, the boarding
school Paige knew all to well. She grew up here, with her mom as
the haed master. Whe Paige's mom finally passed away after
years of fighting brast cancer, Paige was pitied so much by the
school board that she just stays at the school. She fixed the
ruffles in her dress and told her bast friend, hannah, "Im
kinda hot, im going to step outside for a second" and went out
the backdoor into the coartyard. A wave of refreshing fresh air hit
her. She walked t the garden that was decorated with twinkly lights
that night, when something caught her eye. It was a note covered
with a small rock on top. It read-
"Dear Stranger.
Hope is a state of mind,
not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the
same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in
enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an
ability to work for something because it is good. Hope
is the only thing that keeps most of us alive, but what is there to
hope for if you dont know what you want? stranger...please
help
-Anonymous"
She had no choice but to write back.
"Dear Anonymous,
I think what your looking for is something you care for more than
anything else. I hope to fall in love. Not a sappy boyfriend,
but relationships
that happen to become so intense, deep, involved and complex and
really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is
saying goodbye when it's all done. I mean there is no deep
dissapointment where there is no deep love. Hoping for something
to cry over or something to ;augh over is what most people was
dont worry youre not alone."
-Stranger