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Chapter 3 - Letter

CHAPTER 3

As soon as I walk through my front door I hear Jude gasp. I will admit I'm not big on cleaning.

'This is a fuckin' pig sty,' Jude yells.

I just nod. It's not that I don't clean, it's just this is how my parents left it. That's how I want to keep it.

'Where do we even start?' Jude asks.

'At the back and we'll make our way to the front.'

He nods and we begin.

        'Have you ever cleaned this house?'

'No,'

'Why?'

'I just don't really want to.'

Jude just nods. He understands that I don't like talking about this stuff.

'So are you going to tell me what you and Glaze talk about?'

'You would like to know, wouldn't you?'

'Whatever, she rejected you anyway.'

'You wish!'

Jude and I start laughing. It feels good to laugh like this. I can't laugh like this with the other guys. Jude is the only friend I really have.

'Alright let's keep going, we don't have all day.' Jude yells at me.

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Finally we reached my bedroom. My bedroom is particularly clean, there are a few things out of place but other than it's clean. Jude walks in and gives me a look.

'Don't just stand there and watch, move your ass and help me clean up,' Jude said.

I walked in and started cleaning up my desk. I wiped off all of the wrappers and paper crap placed on top of my desk. I then got to the drawers. The first draw was full of papers with drawing and sketches on them; there was nothing important to keep. The second draw had pencils and pens, and there were lots of them. From blue to yellow, from magenta to lavender. These all belonged to my mum. She loved to draw and I took after her. I opened the last draw and I held my breath. The last draw was completely empty except for the letter. The letter hadn't changed since the day I had first retrieved it from my father. I dared wonder, is now the right time to open the letter? I recall my father saying if something happened to him and my mother, it would be time.

'Dylan, what are you doing?'

I slowly turned around to face Jude. 'This was given to my by my parents...before they died.'

Jude was speechless, this was a first. He slowly brought himself together though and said, 'Open it.'

I steadily ripped open the envelope and took the note out. My heart stopped beating for a minute. I took a deep breath and began reading.

Dear Son, If you're reading this your mother and I have passed. I am so very sorry. I am telling you now this was no accident. We were murdered because we came up with an idea. An idea that would make the world a better place. Our idea was tampered with and almost stolen a numerous amount of times. You will figure out our idea in the future. In order for you to learn the truth you must work your way through a series of clues. The only reason why I am doing this is to prevent the enemy from the secret. I believe in you Dylan.

GO RIGHT AND VENTURE ELM

'What the hell does that mean?' Jude asks. 'Go right and venture elm?'

Jude and I look at each other. 'This is going to take some time,' I say to Jude.

'No shit Sherlock!' We then returned to the clue. What could it mean?