“Huh? W - what’s happening?” I asked.
“The first sentence of the preamble, what is?” she asked impatiently.
“Uh, we the people?” I answered.
“Keep on going!” she commanded frustrated.
“Um, I am not aware of the answer, I don’t know what happened,” I said.
“No, everybody knows what happened, you weren’t paying attention. Can anybody else tell me?” Mrs. Brown said, and right after she said that the bell had rung and it was time to go home.
As you can see, I am awful at school. But it’s not just me, it’s Mrs. Brown as well, it’s like she is my immortal enemy. A happy, simple, peaceful life was the last thing that I had thought about, everything always came hard to me, it was like I was different, and I know that I am. When I was a baby my real parents had left to a doorstep to an orphanage. I don’t know that much detail, I was just a …show more content…
I get off the bus clutching my phone so I don’t forget it. I come to my doorstep, and see a package. It was very thin but long. It said, “For my dear Abby.” Who would say, my DEAR Abby? “Maybe it was from ‘Grandma’,” I realize, but it couldn’t be, ‘grandma’ never sent me anything. I put my phone in my backpack and carried the package into my room. The package was covered in an old brown paper that looked like it had been crumbled before. I slowly started to remove the tape from the paper. Inside I found a book. The book itself was brown as well, with the word Woodmeadow on it, “What is Woodmeadow?” I ask myself. I searched it up on my phone to find no results. Inside the pages were all empty, except the last one, it said, “FOLLOW THE RED BIRD.” I put the book down, thinking it was just a big dumb