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Wait, what?

“WHERE ARE YOU taking me?” I asked the hundredth time, a little louder now.

“Can you all hear me?”

The tension around me was so high that it was even hard to breathe. Still, no response.

“Hi there! Do we know each other?” I asked, sarcastically. Seriously, the silence was killing me. Again,
no reply.

Their foreheads were creased with sweat though it was so cold today that probably a Sports lecture wouldn’t
also have been able to do such a miracle. They were not even wearing their zippers, and I was shivering in mine, my hands wrapped tightly around myself.

I abruptly stopped walking and Sameer knocked into me, about whom I had forgotten was walking right behind me. He was lean, tall boy, with dark black hair, and warm, playful, but at the same time, wise, and intelligent eyes (which were missing today, replaced with tense, cautious eyes).

Vedika, who was a short-heighted, fair girl, with round eyes always filled with amusement hid behind those
gold-rimmed glasses, and with a touch of childishness in her behavior (which was also missing, with her eyes looking weary), who was walking in front of me, also stopped almost exactly at the same time as me. She slowly turned around with cautious eyes, with her brows furrowed; her
forehead creased with worried lines, and studied my face.

“Where are you taking me?” I pleaded.

I looked around myself for the first time, so engrossed I was in my curiosity and the possible explanations (which mostly didn’t fit the situation so well), and realized that we’d reached the fifth floor of our school, and sure enough my breathing was a bit quicker and heavier than before. How did I ended up here from the second floor, the floor on which we’d our classroom, I didn’t know, but I’d more important things to wonder about right now.

This was our break time and it’d probably ended by now, but Vedika and Sameer didn’t seemed to mind. If they’d forgotten about the time, then I didn’t want to remind them because, this little ‘mystery’ of theirs was killing me with anxiety, and it was way more interesting than the
‘structure of algae’ which, apparently, didn’t have a specific physical structure. Duh . . . why didn’t I think of it? And also because I could do anything, anything, to bunk a biology lecture.

“We need to tell you something,” said Somil quietly, saving Vedika the trouble.

I flinched, I’d completely forgotten about Somil, who was a standing few feet away from me. He was a stout,
barely-reaching-four-feet kind of short-heighted boy, but with just as much maturity as much of a tenth grader (though he was really bad at making jokes); yet whenever he laughed, it was as if of a five-year-old kid’s.

His answer did me no good because I’d brains enough to figure that much out by myself too.I decided to ignore him and I looked pointedly at Vedika in the eye, glaring but also pleading for information.

She bit her lower lip, and then looked around us to make sure that there wasn’t a fifth person’s presence lurking over here (though it seemed pointless to me as this was the freaking floor, which was kind of abandoned, always empty, and owned all those kinds of haunted stories).
She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly tensed. Her eyes flickered to Sameer, nodded
once, and she was . . . gone. There was no puff of smoke or anything like that we read in books or see in movies, she just disappeared.

But before I could think clearly, I was being dragged towards one of the empty classrooms. No, I wasn’t
being dragged; it was seemed more like floating, because I was in the classroom now, which was like twenty feet away from me, in just one blink of my eye. Then I realized another, and the weirdest thing that I was floating a few inches above ground. I staggered and stifled a scream.