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“Oh, Alex, a package came for you. It’s on the table by the door.”
I stop at the bottom of the steps, my hand resting on the banister, and turn to face Mom. “For me, are you sure?”
“Well, it had your name on it, so unless you know another Alex Spurlock in this house then I guess it belongs to you,” Mom says sarcastically. I snatch the package off the table and run to my room.
It’s a small brown package with no return address or postage on it. Like the letter, it must have been delivered in person. I consider not opening it, afraid of what I might find inside, but my curiosity gets the best of me. I grab some scissors out of my desk drawer, and with slightly trembling hands, I carefully cut through the tape, hoping the mysterious package isn’t about to blow up or anything. I flip open the flaps and jump back, not knowing if something is going to pop out at me or explode in my face. When I decide I’m in the clear, I start digging through the peanut shells inside and pull out a cell phone. I set it on my bed and dump the rest of the packaging shells out of the box, hoping to find a card or something that will tell me who sent it, but there’s nothing.
I flip the phone over in my hand, examining it. It’s just your typical cell phone, although it’s probably one of the cheaper ones you would buy at Wal-Mart. I power it on and am alerted that there is a new text. I go to the inbox, opening the message. It’s a picture with a title that says, “I know.” I watch the little hourglass spin around and around until the image finally finishes downloading. ***************** Oh, my God! No, this can’t be happening. The phone falls from my hand and lands on the bed. I run into the bathroom, violently dispelling the orange juice I just drank and maybe even some of the pizza from last night.
Once my stomach is empty, I force myself to get up on shaky legs and lock the bathroom door. I turn on the shower to drown out the sounds of my uncontrollable sobbing. Why would someone do this? They know. Someone knows the truth.