Every morning you wake up and start the same old routine.
You get out of bed, get ready for the day ahead of you and make your way to
university, just to do your work and come home. You had very little social life
just now and all your friends were worried. You told your friends you were just
to worn out at the end of the day but the truth was you were just feeling so
lack-lustre at the moment. So worn down, under appreciated and tired. You hated
the way you were living at the moment. You needed an escape something to take
your mind off how horrible you wee feeling. You picked up your favourite book
and drew yourself a bath. Dropping in a bath bomb you watched the colours seep
through the water, effortlessly colouring every edge of the transparent liquid.
You hoped the water could disperse your stressed as easily that. Turning the
large metal taps off you cautiously dipped a toe into the tub before descending
into the water. Settling into the warmth caressing your body you lift your book
and allow everything around you to slip away. You had been caught up in reading
your book for what felt like only a short period of time but you soon found
your skin rising into goose bumps. Resting the book down away from the bath you
became aware of the now could liquid surrounding you. Releasing a pleased sigh
you raised yourself from the bathtub and tied a towel around yourself. You were
glad you could allow yourself that much time to relax, normally you’d panic
that you should be working and have left the bath very swiftly but today you
stayed until it cooled. Yawning quietly you walked down the corridor and into
the living room to make yourself something quick to eat. As you reached the
living room you heard the familiar chime of your doorbell and slowly and lazily
you wandered to open it. But when you arrived at the door you noticed the
hallway was empty, you stuck your head out into the stairwell to search for
whoever might have knocked but drew a blank when all you could see was an empty
corridor. In your confusion you almost didn’t notice the small box sitting on
your welcome mat. Furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at it, you weren’t
expecting any packages but you bent down and picked it up anyway. It certainly
had your name on it. It was a black box with a big yellow ribbon tied around
it. With confusion still written on your face you turned on your heels closing
the door behind you as you walk back into the living room sitting down on the
sofa and unravelling the yellow ribbon. The whole thing was very unusual. It was
very well wrapped and someone had clearly taken some time to do it but you
didn’t understand why. It was nowhere near your birthday and Christmas was
months away too. Having unwrapped the present you opened it peering into it. To
your surprise inside the box neatly cushioned by lots of yellow crate paper was
a small and slightly old fashioned teddy bear. You quickly reminded yourself of
your collection of teddy bears on the end of your bed before smiling to
yourself. You looked back into the box for some kind of indication as to who
sent you this bear but there was nothing in the box. You put the box back down
on the table, standing you smiled at the bear in your hand before running to
your bed to place the bear with the others. You then reached for your phone to
call your friends.
“Hey guys!” You cooed into your phone.
“Oh hey Y/N, how are you?”
“Good, thanks for the present by the way!” You replied
“Eh, what present?” Your best friends confused voice rung
out down the line.
“You guys didn’t send me a teddy bear?”
“No, you got a teddy bear sent to you?”
“Yeah, I thought it was you guys. Maybe it was my mum…” You
voice trailed off in confusion.
“Well sorry hun but it wasn’t us. We are planning on coming
over tomorrow and bringing booze though!” They laughed excitedly.
You laughed back “Well ok, see you guys tomorrow, I’m going
to go figure out where this bear came from then.” With that you hung up and
began phoning your mother. She knew you were into bear so it must have been her
idea. It would explain why the box was wrapped so nicely. When you finished
that conversation you were left perplexed. She hadn’t sent the bear either. You
knew very few people and now had no one left to ask. Sitting on your bed and
staring at the bear again, you decided that maybe you didn’t need to know who
sent it only that it cheered you up which was a gesture you really needed just
The next evening, like promised your three best friends came
over to your house and yes they brought alcohol. You had been sitting chatting
and catching up on some things for around a half hour before one of your
friends remembered your phone call last night.
“Oh Y/N! Can we see the bear?!” All three of the girls
gasped and were now staring at you ushering you to say yes. Sighing you stood
and retrieved the bear from your bedroom, the girls all oohing when you
returned with it. You sat it down on the coffee table so they could all take a
good look at it. You really liked the little bear, he had individually sown
arms and legs which meant that his arms moved a full 360 unlike modern stuffed
animals. He had a hand stitched nose and little button eyes. He was completed
by a burgundy bow around his neck. He was small but big enough.
“Aw he’s soo cute!” one of the girls cried. For a little
while they fought over who was getting to cuddle him next while you continued
to rack your brain looking for clue on who might have sent him to you. When the
girls eventually caught the look of concentration on your face they handed you
back the bear and spoke again.
“So I assume by that look you haven’t figured out where it
came from yet?”
“Nope, if it wasn’t you guys and it wasn’t my family I
really don’t know who it came from. Do tutors send out presents to good
student? You questioned.
“No I don’t think so Y/N.” They laughed and you joined in.
At this moment a letter flew through the letterbox. It startled you all a
little but you got up to get it from the floor, peering through the peephole in
the door to identify the sender but like yesterday there was no one outside. The
girls were going crazy asking a million questions. You quietened then down
before pulling the envelope open a little eagerly and reading the contents.
I hope you liked the bear, it’s just a small gesture to show
you I appreciate you and all that you do because I know you’ve been needing one
lately. Don’t ever feel down on yourself. You’re amazing and you mean so much
You stared down at the letter. You felt a small tug at your
heart as you were touched by the words. The girls reading the letter over your
shoulder began to emit strange girly noises ranging from high-pitched screams
to completely incoherent babbling. You weren’t really paying attention though
as your eyes focused on the letter A scrawled in the bottom corner. Who was A?
You knew so many people who’s names began with A. Tuning your ears back into
your surroundings you noticed the girls too were trying to figure out what that
A stood for.
“Ooh ooh Alison Johnson!”
Then one of the girls gasped, her eyes widened in light
shock. You all turned to face her.
The room fell silent for a moment.
“No… come on guys lets be realistic. It’s not going to be
Ashton Irwin… Right?”