Rachel Clark woke up to the sound of her alarm clock going off as it always did this time of day. She was a fairly attractive young woman, just turned eighteen a few days ago and fresh out of High School. Part of her wished she was still in school though, lately her life had fallen into a rut. It was the same thing every day - getting up at 8am, helping her mom around the house, getting on the internet to chat with friends, going shopping for little things and then going to bed. Rachel longed for a change from her boring routine with every fiber of her being! Little did she know her wish was about to come true..
She was frying pancakes in the kitchen for breakfast when she heard a knock at the door that started her.
"Who could that be? No one stops by here this early." She mused to herself. "Mom isn't even up yet!"
Turning the flame down on the stove, she set her spatula aside and walked out of the kitchen, towards the front hall.
"Oh, my hair is a mess!" She pouted as she passed the mirror in the hall. Raising a hand, she tried to smooth it down. "I really hope it's no one important, I look like a monkey styled my hair."
Despite being worried about her appearance, Rachel knew she had to answer the door. It had to be something important, either that or some stupid salesman. She was really hoping it did end up being something big, at least she'd get a little excitement in her life that way.
"Hello?" She opened the door and peered outside.. but no one was there. Rachel blinked her eyes a few times and turned her head to look up and down the street for someone walking but again, there was no one. "Oh no.. I'm getting so bored that it really is driving my crazy."
She went to close the door when the edge tapped against a brown, paper wrapped package sitting on the porch. The cancelled stamps on the front were completely unfamiliar, Rachel figured they had to be from some obscure foreign country, but it was addressed directly to her in delicate, flowing script.
"Huh? Where did this come from?" She bent down and picked up the box. It was surprisingly light. "Maybe it's a late birthday present that mom ordered. Looks like it's from some place like Abu-Dhabi."
Shrugging, Rachel carried the package inside and set it down on the coffee table. If it was a present, her mom probably wanted her to wait to open it but she couldn't find anything on the label to indicate that and it -was- addressed to her.
"It must be something really special since the postman delivered it this early. Ohhh.. I have to open it, I don't think I can wait until mom gets up! Besides, I can just rewrap it later!" Rachel giggled, feeling excited over her mystery package.
Carefully she took off the paper and opened up the lid. She couldn't believe her eyes! Inside was....