Notebook

It started raining at precisely 7:03. She opened her notebook to write this down.

Every detail is important, she thought to herself. She quickly scanned the day before, looking for anything strange. Nothing's out of order, she thinks as she closes the notebook and stands up. Nothing strange, nothing out of the ordinary. She smiles and walks into the bathroom. It's a new dawn. Another day to get through. Just remember every little detail counts.

When she arrives at school she notices a difference. For starters, there is barely anyone in the corridor. There are no sounds coming from the classrooms. In fact, the school is almost silent. She writes that down in her notebook. Her footsteps echo in the empty hall as she makes her way to her locker. After she opens it she notices another difference. There are no notes floating out her locker. No threats, no cruel comments. Only her books inhabit that space. She writes that down in her notebook. When she arrives in her form room there isn't anyone there. That's completely normal. She is sitting there for about 30 minutes, casually flipping through her notebook, when the first person arrives in the class. Unlike usual they walked right past her and sit at the back of the classroom. It was very strange so she decided to write that in her notebook.

Finally when the bell rang for registration the rest of her form walked in. They were quiet and still. They all took their seats and waited patiently for the teacher to come.

It was silence was awkward. Never before had she not been harassed whilst waiting for the teacher. So she took the liberty of writing that in her notebook.

5 minutes had passed when the teacher walked in. She had never seen him before. He was... new. Nothing like this ever happened at her school. She was quick to write this down. He was a tall spindly man. Short sandy hair and sharp blue eyes. He radiated power and she thought she saw one of her classmates shiver in fear. One thing that really made her scared was the murderous gleam in his eyes. Once he had sat down at the desk he opened his laptop. He started calling out the names as she sat quietly writing down his every move. Finally, when the register was completed he stood up and looked her in the eye.

"You there." He said in a gruff voice. "I didn't see you during the assembly. Why weren't you there?"

"I didn't get a memo sir," she said quietly. "I'm very sorry."

He did not reply to this but instead went to the front of the room and dismissed the form to their first lessons. As she was leaving the classroom he called her back.

"You're the girl with the notebook aren't you?" He said.

She nodded timidly. She felt scared. He was dangerous. But she didn't know why.

"I was told about you. You're the one who writes everything down. Nosing into everyone's business apparently. May I ask why you do it?"

She looks down.

"I don't know sir. I write what I see. I didn't know I was invading privacy. I'm sorry."

Again he didn't reply. Instead, he just ushered her out of the classroom and shut the door in her face.

Later on, she asked some of the girls about the assembly that she had missed. They developed a sudden interest in the water fountain and bid her goodbye quickly. The rest of the day went quickly and soon she was back at home. She set her notebook down on her bedside table and went to sleep.

The next day it started raining at 7:04. She wrote this down and then casually walked to her closet and pulled on some clothes. As she made her way to the bathroom she thinks about yesterday. Was it just a dream? She sighs and starts getting ready for school.

Nearly everything was the same as yesterday. Silent corridors. Echoing footsteps. Empty locker. Empty classroom. She checked the assembly hall to see if another school meeting was going on but it was empty.

When she arrived in the classroom there was a scrap of paper on her desk. She was about to throw it away when she noticed some writing on it. Curious, she opened the note fully and read it aloud.

All your classmates are dead.

All you teachers are dead.

All your family is dead.

You have no friends for you to run to.

We want that notebook.

We are coming for you.

A/N I hope you enjoyed this short story! Also, there are probably some mistakes in there but let's just say I am not the best at English.

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I shall now retreat back into a hole...

//Lily out