Let's Save the World, Together

Chapter 4

I walk into the cafeteria, and sit at my usual table, soon after, Cassie joins me.

"Woah, I don't think I have seen you pack your lunch since 2nd grade," Cassie exclaimed

"My mom packed it for me," I unzipped it, and took a look inside, "oh, ew!"

"What kind of horrifying things did you find in there?" She asks

"She put one of those notes a mom will give to a 3rd grader."

"Ewww doesn't she know that you're in 8th grade?"

"Hardly"

"What does it say though? I'm actually really curious" she almost begs.

"It says "I love you sweetheart, have a good day! XOXO"" I say, getting physically sick, "welp, I've lost my appetite," I immediately push the lunchbox away from me

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I sat in detention bored, doodling on a random sheet of paper while Ms. Meyers droned on about 'not talking back to your teachers'. I glanced up at the clock for maybe the fifth time in the last 2 minutes.

I only have to survive here for 15 more minutes. I don't think I'm going to die... probably...

"And that concludes this presentation. I hope you have learned your lesson," she finally came to a conclusion, "you may sit here and think about what you have done for the last 15 minutes," I just sat there, and went back to doodling.

"It's 3:15, can I leave now?" I say, desperately trying to get out of there.

"Yes you can. I hope you learned your lesson."

"I did." I say, as I walk out. I walked out to the parking lot, and there waiting to pick me up was my moms car. One of the doors opened.

"There you are!" Cas says as she gets out and hugs me.

"Hey, you went with my mom to pick me up?" I ask

"I went to your house because I forgot you had detention and your mom was there, so she let me hang out there until she had to pick you up," She explains, "your mom is really nice now, it's weird."

"That's what I'm thinking! I don't think Emmett is the only reason that she is being nice to me, it's just too weird."

"Alright guys, you have time to chat with each other when we get home. We need to get going." My mom yells from inside the car. We both walk towards the car, and get in the backseat.

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"So what exactly did this mysterious voice tell you?" Cassie asks.

"We need to call it something other than 'mysterious voice'"

"I agree, how about Bob?"

"No, that's too simple."

"Well, what name does the voice make you think of?"

"He sounded like a Rick," I said plainly.

"Well then we will call him Rick," Cassie said, "ok so what exactly did Rick say? Every. single. detail."

"I don't remember exactly what he said, but I do remember saying something like-"

"WAIT! Give me a piece of paper, I need to write this down." She gets up and grabs a piece of paper.

"At first Rick said that I should be nicer to my mother, and then he said that the world was 'out of balance' and that I seemed to be fit to save it. But he never said anything about doing it with someone."

"Ok, so, does the rhyme "go to the place where dreams are made, but please, don't be dismayed" ring any bells for you?" She asks, directly reading off the gold piece.

"No, but I think it's like where people usually would go to make dreams."

"I would never have guessed," she said sarcastically. I scoffed and rolled my eyes in a joking manner.

"You never let me have any fun."

"Well maybe that's because we have other things to do! Now focus!" she yelled.

"Geez ok!"

"Ok so, I have this theory, you see the odd way this thing is shaped? I think this was a full piece of gold, but it got broken up. I think they want us to find all the pieces." She explains her theory.

"That.. actually makes a lot of sense."

"So where do we find the first clue?" She asks with a puzzled look on her face.

"Go to the place where dreams are made, but please, don't be dismayed" I repeat.

"Where dreams are made... that sounds important"

"So like a bed? That's where people have dreams."

"Yeah but there are multiple different beds in this town, I don't think it's that simple," She stated.

"That's true... But where are dreams made?" I questioned. Before we can think of any more ideas, my mom pops her head into my room.

"Cassie, your mom is here to pick you up," she says. I look at Cas and her eyes are wide and her face is pale. I want to ask about it, but not in front of my mom.

"O-ok.." She says before getting up and leaving the room. I am left sitting in my room all alone.

Is Cas ok? I think. I get up and look out the window. Her moms car speeds off, and I watch it until it disappears into the distance. I get out my phone and text Cas.

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Hey, are you ok?

Yeah, why would you ask?

You didn't seem too well when my mom

told you that your mom was here

Idk what you're talking about..

Ok... just making sure...

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Something isn't right, Cas doesn't usually act this weird. I will figure out what's going on with her, and I will do anything to help her.