Search of Tempest

Chapter 7 ''Angry president''

Walking home with my bicycle, my mind was a whirlpool of thoughts. It has been a while since I last visited the mountains, and now I am going with my friends. Albert's café shifting too, and then there was Kiera and her challenge, which kept gnawing at the back of my mind. There was something about her that I wanted to check, and I need to get home fast.

The streetlights flickered on as the evening grew darker. The cool breeze brushed against my face, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers. My phone vibrated, breaking my train of thought. I took it out and saw a message from Alex.

"Hey Tyson, can you meet me right now? I got something important to discuss," he wrote.

Executor job? What could it be? I already have a lot on my hands. Today was submission day, so I guessed it have something to do with that. But right now, I had something else on my mind. I need to know if it was urgent.

I sent him a text: "Can it wait?"

He saw the message but didn't respond for three minutes. What's up with this pause? He's online, though. Then a notification came through.

"Yep, it can, but there is a time limit," Alex texted.

I replied, "So what is the time limit?"

"You have to meet by Saturday," he responded.

Okay, this is perfect. I'll go straight to his house after the challenge. I texted him back, "Okay, then I will come on Saturday evening."

"Okay, see you on Saturday," he replied.

As I continued walking, the familiar sights and sounds of my neighborhood filled me with a sense of comfort. The corner store with its flickering neon sign, the park where children played, and the distant hum of traffic—all these details made up my daily life.

As I continued walking, the familiar sight of my apartment complex came into view. The soft glow from the windows cast a welcoming light on the pathway. I reached the door, fumbled with my keys for a moment, and finally unlocked it.

Stepping inside, I was greeted by the comforting silence of my home. I turned on the lights, illuminating the cozy living room. The scent of the lavender air freshener I had placed last week lingered in the air. Well Iris's suggestions never disappointed me. I put my bag on the table, feeling the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders. My stomach rumbled, now that I think about it I hadn't eaten much today. I should eat something but before that...

I took off my blazer and headed to my room, flipping on the lights and powering up my computer. Settling comfortably into my chair, I glanced outside the window. The night had fallen, and the city was a sea of lights, creating a mesmerizing view. The contrast between the dark sky and the illuminated buildings was almost poetic.

After a few seconds, my computer was ready. I turned my focus back to the screen. "Now then, let's see," I muttered, opening our high school website, which was available only to students and teachers. I navigated to the student evaluation section, a tool usually used by teachers to track academic and physical performance and other information about student, but I had my own reasons for accessing it.

I entered Kiera's name, and her profile appeared. Even in her picture, she looked serious. I sighed, thinking to myself,Here we go,and started my little research. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I delved into her records, for conformation and also if I could find any clues or patterns.

After some time, I reached a conclusion. "Yep, I knew it. So she is the one." Then something caught my eye. "Wait a second, isn't this...?" I muttered, analyzing the possibilities. A sense of unease settled over me. What I was seeing didn't add up. The pieces of the puzzle were fitting together in a way that hinted at something much bigger. intersting maybe i should-