My name is Karen. I'm seventeen. My life, naturally, is already over.
I screwed up big time, spilling my tray all over myself at lunch today. They totally saw my bra, I know it. That bitch Roni, know what no, screw 'er, RHONDA did that whole fake-hide-her-face-and-point thing, no way anyone missed me after that.
And I know Zach definitely saw. I mean I didn't see him there, but SERIOUSLY! God my life is ruined! Fuck high school SO MUCH.
So now I'm waiting to die under my big fuzzy blanket, in my room where no one can see me crying.
*thmp*
"Ow! What the hell!"
Taking the dark blue fuzz magnet of a blanket off her head and scanning the room reveals Karen to be totally alone, as she should. No one was set to be home for another two days after all.
Checking out the blanket you find a square shaped lump wrapped up in it.
"What the hell, where'd this book come from?" There is no title. It's pristine and black lacquered hard cover, with gold embroidery down the spine in two simple ribbons at the top and bottom.
Opening it to the front and back cover shows nothing as well, other than a little note card you almost missed because it's laying face down. The hand writing is swooping and elegant, but not really feminine.
"'Dear Karen,
This book has given me everything I could dream of and more. Now it is time it meets its new owner. Simply write your wish, and recieve it.
Sincerely yours,
A well meaning old man'
... creepy."
You check all the windows and door. Everything is locked, as you left it in your hurry to isolate from everything. No one could have come in.
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