A man in a grey cloak stepsup the front porch stairs. He whisks out a wooden box about the size of a music box with a small tag tied to it with a red ribbon from his bag. She’d handle this one perfectly; of that he was certain. Now he just had to deliver the other packages. At the top of his bag was one with a golden ribbon, a maroon ribbon, and a midnight blue ribbon. Underneath he knew he had a pink one and a black one, and a few others he wasn’t planning on giving out yet. It wasn’t the right time. He set the packagedown on the doormat, and with a dramatic turn of his cloak that caused a light swooshing noise, he stepped away from the mat and disappeared to deliver the rest before they got home and saw him and asked too many questions. Now was not a time for questions; it was a time for action. Bridget was glad to finally be home after a long day ofschool. People were annoying as usual, and there were the usual odd happenings from her friends and her teachers. She enjoyed learning, but sometimes the stupidity that emerged from the mouths of her peers was astonishing and almost headache-inducing. Sometimes she wondered how she managed to get through the day without cleansing her school with fire. She stepped up her front porch stairs and found a wooden boxon her doormat. She bent down and picked it up in curiosity, and found the tag. Bridget Moore. She checked her phoneand looked at the date. There weren’t any important holidays coming up since her birthday was in October and it was currently mid-February, and Christmas had already passed. There was no return address or anything about who the sender was on the package either, which made the appearance of the already weirdly elegant box even weirder. With a shrug, she brought the box inside and disarmed the alarm system in her house and took care of letting her pet Yorkie Jordan outside to use the bathroom while she ate a snack. She named everything after literary characters and this one was named after Jordan Baker from The Great Gatsby. When Jordan was back in the house she untied the pretty redbow delicately and removed the lid. Inside was a small, egg shaped stone that could fit in the palm of her hand. The stone was a lovely bright red and gleamed in the sunlight. It certainly was an odd gift, and she looked in the box to see if there was a note. Nothing but the cushion the stone was resting on. Bridget knocked on the rest of box to try and find a secret compartment only to find nothing before giving up and bringing it up to her room before her mom had a chance to come home and freak out about the mysterious gift. The box was tossed in a corner and the stone set on her deskbefore she started brushing her auburn colored hair with red on the inside layer close to her neck and tidying up her makeup after a day of wear before setting up her video camera. Today was a Thursday, and that meant she had to make her weekly vlog. She was in the thousands of subscribers on Youtube, which wasn’t as nearly as awesome as some of the other famous Youtubers, but she was a fast climber and that was catching more attention. She spent about two hours shooting takes and lacing thedecent ones together into a four and a half minute video, and was working on her homework when her mom got home. But her homework was barely on her mind,and the thing that consumed her mind was that silly little stone. Who sent it? What did it mean? Why her? These questions kept her up all night until she forced herself to sleep.