Fake Unknown Feelings

Chapter 3

Everly's POV

On the way to Busty's boxing gym, there was this huge accident and that caused there to be traffic. I ended being 45 minutes late.  

I finally pull into the boxing gym's parking lot, turn off my car, grab my gym bag, and hop out of the car. I ended up dropping my keys. I bend down and pick them up. Once I was back up I spotted the park that the folder was supposedly at. I started to get this feeling to walk over and grab it. It felt like the right thing to do. This feeling kept getting stronger and stronger and would not go away. I quickly turned around and walked inside the gym. I got in and went straight to the locker room. I change into my red sports bra and my black pants and put my red Nike's on. 

I walk out of the locker room and there standing really pissed was my trainer Bill.

"Why are you late," he said with his bushy black eyebrows crunched together and his arms crossed. His voice clearly sounded like he was pissed off

"Well, there was a lot of traffic and this really bad accident" I replied with no expression. I've been with Bill for so long that when he gets pissed off, I'm used to it. You can really tell when he is pissed off when you turn around and he thinks that you are not listening but really you are and then he will curse under his breath.

"Ok, but just because you were late then you have to 45 push-ups and then 45 curl-ups and then take 30-second rest and then repeat 5 times. Then after you finish this then move on to the punching bag and work on your technique for 1 hour  " As he said that he seemed to calm down.

Yes Sir" I reply with a smile on my face

Time Skip 1 hour and 30 minutes

After I finished everything Bill said for me to do, it was time for me to go. I went back to the locker room to take a shower. I pulled the curtain and turned on the water. I locked the door and stepped in the shower. 

Halfway through the shower, I hear the lock on the door click. and I hear the door open. I stay very still and try to see through the shower curtain if I can see anything I can identify them with. As soon as I saw the figure I gasped. It was a figure with a black jacket, Black pants, and a black baseball cap. The figure leaves the bathroom but leaves a letter on the counter. I quickly finish my shower and I put on white and black Nike's, white shirt, and a pair of black Adidas pants. After that, I see the letter sitting on the counter. On the front, it said, "To Everly". In the inside  it said

Dear Everly

The paper's in that folder are oh so important. They are the difference in the world ending and the world staying that way it is. It is super important that you pick up that folder. If that folder falls into the wrong hands then they will end the world. Also, DO NOT OPEN THE FOLDER or let anyone else see what is inside. I  contact you with the next set of instructions in a couple of days. Until then farewell

From Unknown

 My eyes widen and my hands start to shake. I was just in complete shock that a folder this important was placed in the hands of me. At the same time, I was wondering why they chose me to begin with. I was not anyone important. I was just a normal high school girl. I come out of the locker room and head out the door of the gym.

I put my stuff in my car and I look over at the park. 

"Well if someone is brave enough to come pick the lock, come into the bathroom and put a letter in there while I am taking a shower then I guess that it must be important." I thought.

I start walking over to the park and over the park bench that the folder was under. I pick it up and head back to my car. I thought it was a good idea to put the folder in my purse just in case that if anyone saw me and stopped to talk they would not ask what it was. I start to put the folder in my purse when a paper falls out. I bend down to pick it up and my eyes widen and I lose the feeling in my legs and fall over. I look at the paper one more time and it says

THE WORLD IS FAKE

After countless hours and countless studies, scientists were able to figure out that everything about this world everything we feel, everything we eat is fake.

I stayed there, my arms wrapped around my legs shaking. I start crying. After a couple of minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I look to see the guy from this morning that was in the doorway.  I quickly turn and hide my face.

"Hey what's wrong," he asked with a worried expression.

"Nothing" I replied

Then he turns his head and sees the paper on the ground. He picks it up and reads it and he curses under his breath.

(J = Jason and E = Everly)

J  = Where did you get this

E = I can't tell you

J = Why not 

E = Because...

J = WHY

E = Stop yelling at me and why do you want to know so badly. If you want me to tell you then I need proof that I can trust you

J = Fine follow me 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Thank you so much for reading my story. I really appriciate it