Spencer was breathing heavily, skill recovering from the scare. "My god mom! What are you doing here! you scared the hell outta me!"
Her mother smacked her on the shoulder. "Watch your language!" she scolded.
Spencer ignored her. "What are you doing?" she asked again.
Her mom folded her arms. "I came to ask you the same question. It's after midnight Spencer. I thought you were sleeping. But then you slammed your door, and-"
"I never slammed-" Spencer stopped. Her mom was looking past her. Spencer looked over her shoulder and followed her mother's line of vision. The envelope. She tensed up and quickly began closing the door. "Well, mom, I have school tomorrow and like you said it's really late so I should get to bed alright goodnight!" And this time she did slam the door, promptly locking it afterwards. She gave a big sigh, and then waited until she heard her confused mother walk away. Then she went back to the envelope. She lifted the flap and removed the letter, which was written on the same black paper, with the same crimson letters. However, these words were not scrawled across the page as her name had been on the envelope. Quite the opposite. The penmanship was impeccable, each letter ornate and each word considered with great detail. Spencer began to read.
Dear Spencer,
Moving is hard. I understand.
But I can make you feel very welcome here.
-V-Spencer stared at the letter, re-reading it over and over. Was this supposed to be some strange new idea her mother had come up with to get her to accept the move? She flipped the letter over to examine the back but it was blank. Spencer lay down on her bed and re-read it a few more times. She began thinking about who could have given her this letter. She assumed that whoever delivered the letter also rapped on the door to wake her up. But who? As she pondered these things, her eyes began to close and soon she drifted off to sleep.
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