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The bell just rang, signaling for lunch.
I finally stood from my desk as I waited for everyone to leave, the teacher as well.
I walked out of the classroom into the now empty and quiet halls.
It's time.
I looked down at my hands.
Carefully, making sure there are no creases, I hold in my hands a baby blue colored envelope.
Yes.
Baby blue, not white.
Now, what was I going to do with this envelope?
I am delivering to a locker.
Not just any locker but, my first love's locker.
A bit creepy, don't you think?
If you haven't guessed it by now, it's a love letter, confessing my feelings to her.
To Octavia.
Octavia Minx, my first love.
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Checking my surroundings, making sure no one was around, I quickly walked towards Octavia's locker.
Would it be a coincidence if I told you that her locker is next to mines', or would that be fate?
Yet, we never had a conversation. How can I, though?
She's perfect. Everyone loves her. She's stunning, I can't take my eyes off her.
The way she treats everyone, it's genuinely astonishing. I dream of being with her but, I'm positive that's impossible.
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I quickly and gently slide the envelope through the small horizontal holes of the locker.
Before anyone catches me, I ran as fast as possible away from the area and went towards the cafeteria as if nothing has happened.
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Oh, how rude of me! I haven't introduced myself.
The name's Vincent. Vincent Alderson.
I'm a lonely nineteen-year-old who craves love.
She's my first love.
I'm her anonymous.
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I'm Her Anonymous
Short StoryEvery day, during lunch hour, I, Vincent Alderson, stop at her locker to drop in another letter. I want her, Octavia Minx, to know that she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. Although to others, she may not seem perfect, yet to me...
