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af ter asking her grandfather to forgive her for losing the ribbon, all she could see when she tried to sleep were Conall’s soft green eyes staring back at her. She could still feel the touch of his hand as he’d helped her stand.  She wondered if he was thinking about her too and if he’d seen the images of their future together as she had when they’d touched.
    Remem bering the sound of his voice, she started drifting off to sleep. Her mind played back the images of the day and that’s when it came to her. 
    Hannah remembered Conall was wearing a royal blue jacket with an emblem that read CPEHS 555. She knew what that meant. A transfer student at her school had a jacket with a similar emblem and she’d come from a public school in Manhattan.
    At the very least she knew he must live in New York City. Her mind was spinning with the possibilities as she shouted out loud.
    “This has to be his school! “Yes! Yes! Yes!  I can find him now!”
    She was so loud in fact that her mom came running to her door.
    “Hannah, are you okay? I thought I heard you yelling.” 
    “I’m fine mom. Better than fine actually. Sorry for scaring you. Talk to you in the morning. Gnite.”
    “Goodnight.” 
    Not until she could hear her mother’s footsteps fading down the hallway did Hannah dare to think another thought or even take another breath. 
    She was wide-awake now with this new revelation swirling around in her head. The Internet would surely be able to give her the address and phone number for his school. She could call or write a letter asking them to give a message to a tall boy with brown hair with blonde highlights and green eyes named Conall.
    She thought, “ Fat chance of that working – or, I could ask mom to drive me there so I can wait for him outside of the school. Yeah, like she’d ever agree to do that ha!”  
    As much as she wanted to figure out the master plan, sleep took the upper hand and no more thoughts crossed her conscious mind until the next morning. 
     
    *****
     
    Saturday. No school and it was a good thing because she was still unfocused from all that had happened the day before. 
    Her Internet search gave her the school address and also a general email address. She decided the only thing she could do at this point was to send an email to the office personnel asking them to give a copy of it to Conall. After all, she doubted there were many boys in that particular school with the name Conall. Her guess was few to only one. 
    Her hands shook a little as she began the email.
     
    “Dear Office Staff at Central Park East High School 555:
     
    My name is Hannah Perry and I’m trying to find a boy who is possibly a student at your school named Conall. He was wearing a royal blue jacket with a CPEHS 555 patch. We met yesterday on the ferry to Ellis Island but were not able to exchange contact information or even last names for that matter. 
     
    I would like for you to give him this email if at all possible. 
     
    Thank you for your time and help.
     
    Sincerely,
     
    Hannah Perry
    Cell: 212-555-1212
     
    Conall,
     
    If you get this email, m y mom and I always visit my aunt who lives in NYC on April 16 every year but we missed it this year because of the field trip so we’re going on June 30 instead. If you can make it and want to see me again, I’ll be in Battery Park at the benches in the Bosque Garden near the ferry landing at 1:00 P.M. on that day. Let’s hope we can both be there because if not, we’re just going to have to try again next year on April 16 at the same time and place and every year after that until we finally meet if that’s what it takes. All joking aside, I’ll be wearing an athletic jacket that has my first name on the back so I’m easier to find. I can’t give out my address until we know each other better but you can call me. My email address should be on this printout too.
     
    Can’t wait until June 30.
     
    Talk to you soon,
     
    Hannah Perry”
     
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