A/N: I'm sorry that last part was so boring 😞 I'll make an effort to make it more interesting moving forward.
If you're still reading this right now, thanks for sticking with me!
Samena traced her finger along her desk, following the lines of the wood detail. The desk was a beautiful burgundy color. The sterling ring on her middle finger made a light scraping noise as it brushed against the desktop.
"Samena, are you listening?" The professor broke into her tracing.
Samena looked up with a bewildered "Huh?" She heard two or three kids snickering behind her. Her face burned, but she didn't look down.
"I asked if you could tell me the error," The professor began, "In this sentence." He used a thin metal stick, like a band director might use, to gesture at the whiteboard.
And thus, they continued, following the sunrise.
Samena read over the sentence a couple of times before replying, "The error is in the first comma. There is no comma necessary after 'thus'."
"T-that's correct," The professor said, looking a bit annoyed. Dumbass professor, hoping I would fuck up in front of everyone. Well, the feeling is mutual.
Samena, seeing no need to speak again, nodded slowly and turned back to tracing the lines on her desk.
The four rings of the bell came, tracing their descent, and Samena stood up. She slung her bag back around her shoulder, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the traffic rush of high schoolers heading towards their next class.
Samena felt a warm breath stirring the back of her neck, and someone beside her pressed something into her hand. She flinched, startled, and looked around, but nobody was looking back at her as though they had been responsible.
She shook her head, confused, and looked at the thing in her hand. It was a neatly folded piece of paper. Samena noticed a rust-colored smudge on the edge of it. She unfolded it and read, OLD PREMIER. MIDNIGHT. BE THERE.
That was all it said.
The handwriting was ominous, and in all caps. Samena began thinking about it. Old Premier, that was the dark alleyway, three blocks from her house. And midnight, that was easy. Her mom was usually asleep by quarter to ten, so it wouldn't present much of a challenge to get there. Be there. She pondered this for a moment. It sounded a little like a threat. Like, be there or else. Except it wasn't. There was nothing else on the paper, besides those five words and the suspicious blood-colored marking.
She shook her head. What am I thinking? There's no way I'm going to that creepy old alley, in the middle of the night, to see someone I don't know. But she refolded the note along the creases and slipped it into her pocket.
She ran to her locker. She had completely stopped after receiving the note, and others had apparently migrated around her. Now, there was but a trickle of students, rushing to their classes in a last desperate attempt to be on time.
She punched in her combination and opened up the locker.... And froze. With shaking hands, she carefully peeled away yet another note, stuck to the inside of her locker door. It was written on the same off-white paper that the previous note had been. There were no rusty smudges on this one.
It read, in the same jagged handwriting: WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET YOUR MAKER?
