Love Haiku - Love Letter

"I'm James, and that's Sheryl. So, how can we help you?" I said to the girl who had approached us as Sheryl finished writing down our club name, After-School Detectives, on the clubroom request form.

"I'm Virginia, from Ms. Greene's class. And... well..." Virginia looked left and right nervously, as if trying to make sure no one was listening to us. Then, flustered, she took out a letter. "I found this in my locker."

Sheryl grabbed the letter and tried to take it from Virginia. However, the embarrassed Virginia was having a hard time letting go of it. There was a tug of war for a few moments before Virginia finally released her grip on the letter.

Smiling victorious, Sheryl opened the letter and proceeded to read it... out loud, "Dear Virginia, I-"

Virginia's face redden and I grabbed the letter from Sheryl.

"Hey!" Sheryl yelled at me.

"Can't you see that this is private?" I scolded Sheryl and gestured to Virginia's now-scarlet face.

"Oh, right... Sorry." Sheryl apologized sheepishly.

Sheryl and I read the letter in silence, and here's what it said:


Dear Virginia,

I wrote this for you.


Your blonde hair glistens.

Your blue eyes are like the stars.

You are beautiful.


From your secret admirer


"Ooo," Sheryl said, "You have a secret admirer. Seems to be some sort of love poem."

Virginia blushed.

"A haiku, to be exact," I said.

Sheryl gave me a puzzled look, "A what?"

"A haiku, you know, like what we're doing for that assignment in English class?"

Sheryl didn't say anything, but both her eyebrows raised up in an alarmed fashion.

I sighed and said, "You forgot, didn't you?"

"... Yes." Sheryl looked at me desperately, "When is it due?"


Sheryl's face brightened up again, "Oh, I have time then."

"Okay then..." I turned back to Virginia, "So, what do you want us to do?"

Sheryl piped in, "Find this guy and tell him to not send you any more creepy poems?"

"What? No!" said Virginia, "I'd like you to find him so that I can meet him."

We both looked at Virginia's red face.

"Don't tell me," said Sheryl, "That you've fallen in love with this guy just because of this haiku."

Virginia placed both her hands on her cheeks and started imagining, "He must be a sensitive and handsome man. An artist. I have to meet him!"

Sheryl and I exchanged looks. Then Sheryl folded up the letter, and enthusiastically agreed, "Sure! The After-School Detectives are on it!"

And that's how we ended up conducting a stake out on Virginia's locker after-school.

The End

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