Love, Delilah

Sophia Smith feels lost in the world. Ordinary. Common. A copy. Every week she writes a letter to an imaginary person she made up, Delilah. Delilah is everything she's ever wanted to be. When she letters get stolen, she panics and looks everywhere to find them. Then, two days later she receives letters from someone claiming to be her Delilah answering every single letter. Her life immediately changes as she searches for Delilah, as well as herself.


5. searching

On Monday, my hands were soaked by the time Claire and I walked into the main office. The usual secretary, Mrs. Harper was sitting at her usual tall desk. Her long red fingernails tapped against the keys of her desktop computer as she typed. She didn't look up when we walked in, nor after we stood in front of her desk for several long seconds. Claire finally cleared her throat, causing Mrs. Harper to look up in surprise. Her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose. 

"What can I help you girls with?" She said as she pushed her glasses back up to her eyes. 

"I lost my backpack downtown on Friday... I was hoping someone dropped it off?" I said. 

"Is this it?" She said pushing back against her desk so that her swivel chair moved towards the desk in the back of the office. She lifted up my light blue backpack. 

"Yes!" I said with a smile and I hurried to grab it. Relief spread through my body. I quickly unzipped it and began searching through it. My binder was there, as well as my books and my wallet. But the box with my letters was gone. I felt tears appearing in my eyes. "It's not there." I told Claire. Claire frowned. 

"Mrs. Harper, do you recall who brought this to you?" She said turning to the secretary. 

"Unfortunately, I do not. It was leaning against the office door when I got here." She said. 

"Are you sure?" I said desperately. "There's gotta be a way someone at lease got a glimpse of the person." 

"I got here a bit late today." She said stiffly, scooting her chair back into her desk. "Like I said, I don't know who brought it in." She looked back at her computer and began tapping again. I sighed and tried my best to hold the tears in as I hurried out of the office and through the hallways to my locker. Claire followed me hurrying and saying my name, but soon stopped after realizing I didn't want to talk to anyone. I unlocked my locker and hid my face inside, staring at my locker wall. I let a few tears run down my cheeks. I sighed and wiped them on my sleeve. Then, I noticed a folded paper at the bottom of my locker. I bent down to pick it up, and when I did, I almost dropped it. On the outside, it read To Sophia, From Delilah. 

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