Nothing I Can Do

The sound of chalk hitting the chalkboard was the only sound that can be heard in the classroom along with occasional sound of flipping paper. It was exam day. Despite the humid air everyone was working hard as ever to advance into the next grade seeing as it will determine their future.

Once the exam was over everyone started to pack up and head home. I sighed. That was exhausting, I thought. I stretched my arms back to loosen my tensed muscles.

I got up and packed my things. I yawned as I put my pencils away. When I get home Im taking a nap, I thought. I got up and I went downstairs my locker to grab some things from my locker when I noticed the edge of an envelope sticking out of it. I paused. Theres no way someone couldve put it in my locker. Maybe they stuck it in the wrong locker, I mused. I opened my locker and an envelope fell out. I stooped down to pick it up and flipped it over. It read:

To Ash

I gulped. So it was for me. Maybe they meant a different Ash, I reasoned. After a moment of pause, I sighed. Who am I kidding? Im the only Ash in the school. I opened the envelope and after some hesitation, I took out the letter. I sped read through it. Slightly stumbling as I gripped the letter in my hand. The letter read:

My dearest Ash,

For a very long time I hid these feelings that I have for you. I decided I could no longer keep them from you. Please meet me behind the school so I can tell you properly.

It didn say who wrote it which made me nervous. If it had a name it would be easier for me to prepare myself for the inevitable. Then I realized that whoever wrote it must have put it in my locker this morning, but I was going to be late for class so I didn went. I checked the time and realised that I was standing there longer than I should have. I ran.

I was out of breath by the time I got to the back of the school. I was never much of an athlete. The letter didn have a specific place for me to go but I knew where this person wanted to meet.

There is an old willow tree at the back of the school. Rumors go around that if you confess to your crush under the tree then it might become true. I don know who started that rumor or why they did it. Maybe because the tree gave off an aura that was ancient and mysterious. Who knows the real reason?

I stopped in front of the tree and bended over as I try to gulp down some fresh air. After I got my breathing steady, I looked down to find I was still clutching the letter. Right, back to business. I looked around for any sign of the person who wrote it. My eyes flitting to and fro. I didn see anyone. I turned around to face the school to see if anyone was pla