The Letter Summer holidays. Absolutely nothing to do. You're bored of chatting with online-unknown people, bored of surfing the web, bored of flipping through magazines, bored of watching terror movies alone, bored of practically everything, when suddenly a scratching noise alarms you. It comes from your window. What could be scratching at your window at midnight? Surely it's a burglar. You pick up all your courage, and walk up to your window, and with a swift move, open it roughly. To your surprise, there was no burglar to punch, but just an amazing phoenix with a brand-new clean white envelope. You hastily reach out your hand to take the letter out of it's beak, but it drops it on your desk and flies away in the dark. You stay dazed for a while, but then you glance back at your letter. What could it be? |
