Chapter 3
She was grinning.
"Oh hey Winnie, what's new?" I asked. She didn't reply, she simply handed me a book. "What's this?" I inquired. She looked at me as if it were painfully obvious. "It's part of your birthday present." I immediately felt guilty. "Oh, Thank you! I like it!" I said. Seeing as that wasn't enough, I moved forward and hugged her. We hugged for a minute before I began to let go, but clearly she wasn't ready to let go yet, as she had nestled deeper to me.
Eventually she released her grip and I saw that her face was tinged pink. Meanwhile, my face was red as blood and available for all to see. She looked at me with a shy smile and said, "Try to read that book before tonight." After she finished, she walked away, and I ran upstairs to look at the book.
Reaching my room, I threw the door open, jumped onto my bed, and stared at the book. It was an old copy of Hamlet.
What had she said? It's a part of your birthday present. I began to piece together everything I had observed so far.
I eventually realized that perhaps there was a message written in the book! That had to be it...
I opened the book and began reading. I looked over every page before I turned it, hoping to find some sort of clue.
And then on page seventy I found it. That fantastic addition in perfect handwritting. She had changed one of the most famous quotes from Hamlet, which was 'To be or not to be, that is the question', and made it into: 'To dance with me or not, that is the question'. I stared at the writing for what seemed to be ages.
I was as elated as someone could get.