It seemed like more than just an hour had passed as I stood there anxiously waiting and watching for Frank, my mailman, to come strolling up the dirt path to my house. I have been waiting for this particular Monday for years. He usually comes around 12:30, but today he was unusually late. I was just about to leave when I finally saw him carrying his big brown bag filled with an assortment of mail, with his little blue cap on top of his slightly baldhead, and wearing a big smile as he always did.
I walked out to the mailbox to greet him because I just couldn’t wait any longer. I stood there as he filed through all the mail to find letters with Kathy Winox written on it to hand to me. He pulled out three letters and then placed them in my hand. I looked up and thanked him and then he was on his way. I quickly looked through the letters and found the one with “Linda’s Bakery” written in the top left-hand corner, but I knew whom it really was from. The name “Linda’s Bakery” was really just a cover-up for “Sapphire’s School of Hidden Talents.” I’ve known about this school ever since I was around the age of 15, when I discovered my grandmother had the same talent that I’ve had ever since I was around ten years old. When I was young I loved to play with dolls. In fact, I still remember my first doll, Sally. She had long blonde curly hair with big blue eyes and a brown dress with lace across the bottom. My mother bought me her for my tenth birthday and I played with her so much that I soon discovered I could bring her to life and even talk to her.
By the age of 15, talking to dolls became a part of my daily routine, and I figured it was time I shared this with someone. I didn't know whom to turn to other than my grandmother, since she always seemed to believe me, no matter how crazy my story was. She confessed that she could do the same thing and has been doing that ever since she was a young girl, just like me. She told me around a week after my 23rd birthday that I would receive a letter of opportunity from “Linda’s Bakery” aka “Sapphire’s School of Hidden Talents”, and I could then make my talents known at this school if I wanted to. You didn’t find the school; the school found you, because it was very selective and strict of who went there. From what my grandmother told me it had a very small student body, but the people there were as friendly as can be and very helpful.
I anxiously ripped open the envelope and pulled out the carefully folded letter. It was written in cursive with blue ink and it had “Dear Kathy” written at the top. It had directions of how to get to the school disguised as a bakery, which was only about five miles away from where I lived. It said I had to present the letter and my name to the woman behind the counter and she would take me where I need to go. The next day I went out to find the building disguised with all kinds of yummy desserts in the window and a big pink sign that read “Linda’s Bakery.”
I walked in the shop to find a woman standing behind the counter wearing a blue apron and
glasses perched on top of her brown hair that was piled in a bun on top of her head. I showed the
letter to her and she examined it carefully. I told her my name and she waved for me to follow
her to a door in the back room. To my surprise, when she opened the door it revealed a maze of
hallways and many doors. I walked into my first class to the largest classroom I have ever seen.
The classroom had diagrams of the human body and mind; however, they weren’t your typical
diagrams. These diagrams told how our hidden talents work and what parts of the body we use
to control them. Instead of taking notes or having books, we did physical interactions with the
other students with the same or opposite talents. That letter and that school have changed my
life forever and it was definitely worth the wait.
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