"The Curious Note"

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The following day, I walked into my classroom like it was any other ordinary morning. But something was different—noticeably different.

As soon as I stepped in, I heard a ripple of excited voices. Heads turned. Eyes lit up. And before I could even reach my desk, I was suddenly surrounded by classmates, all smiling and congratulating me.

"Congratulations!"

"Wow, you're so lucky!"

"You got a car, right?!"

I blinked. My lips parted to speak, but I was too stunned to respond. How did they all know?

My best friend tugged my hand and whispered excitedly, "You should've seen everyone's face when they found out this morning! A car! Your parents must be so proud!"

I gave a small, bashful nod, still processing the attention. I hadn't expected this kind of reaction. I mean, yes, my parents had gifted me a car just yesterday evening — a small surprise after my recent accomplishments — but I hadn't told anyone. Not even my close friends. I wanted to keep it quiet for a while. So how did the news travel this fast?

As the day went on, the congratulations didn't stop. Even some of the teachers smiled warmly, a few saying things like, "A well-deserved gift, dear," or "Drive safe!"

It all felt like a dream, and I found myself walking around in a blur. Between class periods and during lunch, I kept catching people looking at me, whispering excitedly, and pointing at my seat. "She got a car," they'd say with awe. And I'd just sit there with a shy smile, trying to stay grounded in all the attention.

Finally, after what felt like the longest school day ever, the final bell rang. It was time to head home. I gathered my things slowly, still wondering who could have spilled the secret. As I stepped out of the school building, a group of students near the entrance turned to me and once again said, "You're so lucky!"

I smiled and nodded, trying not to let my cheeks turn too red.

Just then—right when I stepped onto the sidewalk—he appeared.

There he was.

He had always been that quiet boy. The one who never really spoke much, who kept to his group, and who always seemed lost in his own thoughts. We barely exchanged more than a few glances in all these months. But today, he was walking toward me.

He stopped just a foot away and said in a calm voice, "Congratulations."

My heart skipped. I froze on the spot. For a moment, everything else around me faded. He stood there, hands casually tucked into his pockets, his eyes holding something I couldn't quite read.

I managed to nod, barely finding my voice. "Thank you…" I whispered.

He gave me a small wave—almost shyly—and then walked past me, blending into the crowd leaving the school gate.

I stood there for a few seconds, staring after him. It wasn't the "congratulations" that stunned me. It was the way he said it—soft, sincere, like it meant more than just the car.

Later that evening, while I was going through my notebook at home, a folded paper slipped out from between the pages. I picked it up, puzzled. It wasn't something I remembered putting there.

I slowly unfolded it.

It read:

"Congratulations for your achievement. You deserve all of it and more."

No name. Just that one line in neat, familiar handwriting.

My breath caught.

Could it be from… him?

But why? Why would he write me a note? We never really talked, not even as friends. Why now? Why this?

I stared at the note, flipping it over in hopes of finding a clue, a signature—something—but it was blank.

Why is he doing this? I wondered.

I laid back on my bed, holding the note above my face, staring at it with a dozen thoughts swirling in my head.

Maybe it was just a friendly gesture. Or maybe… maybe it meant something more. Something even he hadn't dared to say out loud.

Whatever it was, my heart was beating louder than usual—and for the first time, it wasn't just because of the car.

It was because of him.

Why is he like this??

"Why he came towards me even he had his pretty girlfriend??" My mind started to questioning.