TITLE: Chasing Chaucer
GENRE: YA Contemporary
I opened my locker to find a cream-colored envelope resting atop the mess of crumpled papers and worn books. It looked out of place, like an exotic creature had chosen the most chaotic spot possible to build a nest. Handwritten letters across the front spelled out my name: Brittany J. Hanson.
Who had access to my locker? And who did I know who wrote calligraphy?
I extracted the envelope with my fingertips, feeling I should wear gloves to handle paper so nice. A round, raised seal embossed on the back flap had the monogram PCM.
Too curious about the content to keep being careful, I ripped it open. Inside was a thick card, the same cream color as the envelope.
The honor of your presence is requested
Today, May 20, at 15 minutes past three in the afternoon
In classroom A-6
A Unique Opportunity Awaits
I tapped the edge of the card against my locker and twirled a chunk of hair.
The phrase alone was enough to set my pulse racing: Unique opportunity. I could use one of those. It didn’t even have to be unique—I’d settle for any old opportunity. It had come knocking once this year, but sometime after I let it in, it bolted without the courtesy of a goodbye.
Granted, unique opportunities were rare. I shouldn’t get my hopes up. But it was worth checking out.
Not like I had anything else to do after school. Not anymore.