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The Package
“Ding dong” The doorbell rang.
I sat, tense, waiting to see if anyone would get it.
Nothing. I sighed, getting up from my desk, where I was writing an essay that was due tomorrow. The last thing I needed was a distraction.
I walked slowly to the door, tucking my auburn hair behind my ear in a vain effort to make myself appear somewhat put together. But it was hopeless. In my ugly P.E sweats and sweatshirt, I looked as though I had just come from the gym.
I grasped the door handle, hoping whoever rang the doorbell wasn’t anyone I knew.
“Oh,hi,”I said relieved.
It was a UPS guy.
He handed me a clipboard with a pen for signing as he adjusted a large package on his hip.
As soon as I signed my name, Rachel Wood, he gave me the package.
“It’s heavy,” he said robotically as he transferred the package from his hands to mine.
I looked for the return address. There was none.
“Excuse me…” I started to ask, but he was gone.
Carefully, I shut the door behind me, and examined the package. Besides being heavy, there was nothing unusual about it.
Looking at it, two questions formed in my mind:Who was it from, and what was it?
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