Saint Joseph School

The Secret Admirer


It was a typical morining for Lycia, once again she had hit the snooze button on her alarm a few too many times and was now running late for class. The Quad itself was empty, Stasis and Lucky had already left.
With no time for breakfast, Lycia chugged her morning coffee and hastily donned her school clothes.

As she made her way to the door, something caught her eye. Just inside the door was a small black envelope. Upon closer inspection she realised it had her name on.

"OOoo... what this?"

Class instantly forgotten she opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, written red paper and in an elaborate calligraphy.

"Dearest Lycia,

Your beauty and innocence sets you apart from the rest. The way you move through life, so jubilant and care free. The darker things in life cannot touch you. I find myself drawen to you, like a moth to the flame.
I will reveal myself to you on Sunday. To dance with Angels is truely divine, not all warrent an invitation.

Another note I will leave tomorrow.

S. A.

"WOW! I have a Secret Admirer!!! Oh my god!!! I have to tell Stasis!!!"


(to be continued...)

(eeeee!!!!!!)

The Gift

Normally a Saturday would have found Lycia sleeping in, but today was different. Today she sat on her bed, watching the door, waiting for any sign of her secret admirer.
"Oh come on!" she thought "Where ARE you?"

Then suddenly, a small black envelore slid quietly under the door.
Lycia lept from the bed and darted across the room. She flung door wide open to reveal no one, the hallway was empty.

"Huh....must be REALLY FAST!"

She bent down and snatched the letter. She carefully open the envelope...

Dearest Lycia,

Enclosed in this envelope you will find a tolken of my interest, please wear it on Sunday as a sign that you are prepared for our meeting. Will you, won't you... oh won't you join the dance?

S.A.

She looked and found within the envelope a small, carefully pressed white flower.

With a quick squeel of excitment, Lycia ran down the hall and out in search of her friends.

Stasis found herself adopting her most-used stance - fists on her hips and glaring.

"You're not going to wear that thing are you? You don't even know this guy, he's probably some sort of stalker creep who likes eating goth girls for dinner."

"But, Staaaasi!! It's so pretty!!!"

"Huh." Well, okay. It was a pretty flower. Against Lycia's party threads it would probably look quite nice. She still didn't like it though. The taller girl stared into her friend's excited eyes, trying to think of something that could possibly head this disaster off at the pass - and groaned.

"Well, your funeral, girlfriend. But you know that even in a silly dress I can still whump things, and anybody that even looks at you funny is gonna get whumped. Just so's we're clear on that."

"You're the best, Stasi!! See you there!!!"

Two seconds later she was alone in the hallway again, a flicker of shoe disappearing around the corner. Stasis Kiss, ice maiden, shook her head.

"I'd better polish up the pom poms. This is gonna get ugly."