The Note

Chapter 2 1st Message: dOn'T gO oUt WiThOuT pErMiSsIoN

It looked like the hole place was about to crumble at any second. How was this even possible? Not so long ago my stuffs were right there at my desk, under the lights that were IN the ceiling. I just couldn't take my eyes away from that scenario. It looked like as if World War III had just happened in our classroom while we were outside at the court. The word "damaged" didn't fit enough to describe it.

As I said before, the were a couple of classmates that were just playing around without caring about anything. They were running and jumping and laughing and screaming. People, a gigantic rock had just destroyed half of our school and it could probably happen again so please, can you at least pretend that you're worry about this entire thing even a little?

I was still analyzing our situation when I saw that Andrew and Anthony were trying to tear away the A.C from the ceiling.

And they did it.

Everyone turned their looks at them and I immediately walked to where they were.

-What the hell have you done?-I yelled at them.

-Are you nuts?!-said Luca.

-Good one you morons!- said Laureen.

-Idiots...-said Ginger.

-My God! That was dangerous! Why did you do it?-said Valerye.

-Hey, don't you dare yell at me!-Anthony replied.

-HAHAHA GOOD ONE ANTHONY!!-Andrew couldn't help it.

-You better stop it...-I said.

-Why should I?!-Anthony said.

-Becau-

My words were silenced by something that caught my eye.

A videotape?

Why would a videotape be attached with plastic tape on the part of the Air Conditioning that was previously on the roof?

-Hey, is anyone else seeing this?- I asked pointing at the tape.

Everybody looked at where I was pointing and nodded. I took the videotape and walked next the little and old tv that was screwed to the upper part of the front left corner of the classroom. Hopping there was a little electricity left, I turned on the VHS and put the videotape inside.

The TV screen went on. On it, the only thing that you could see was a pitch black background and the silhouette of a man determined by a weak yellow light. You couldn't see it's face because it was covered with what it seemed to be a paper bag, but you could see that he was sitting on a red couch and that he was wearing a white suit with gray stripes. His pose was the most power-imposing thing I've ever seen; his right leg crossed over his left one and his head leaning over his left hand. Even though you couldn't see his face, you could definitely feel an evil smile under that bag.

-HeLLo sTuDeNtS...

The man on the videotape began to talk with an altered voice.

-YoU'rE vErY iNtElLiGeNt iF yOu MaNaGeD tO FiNd ThIs... Or VeRy StUpId In DeEd...-he said, with a mocking tone in his voice-... BuT tHaT's SoMeThInG tHaT dOeSn'T mAtTeR RiGhT nOw...

-The hell's going on?- I said out loud, looking at the faces of my friends, realizing that they knew exactly the same I did. Nothing.

-As YoU cAn SeE, sOmEtHiNg HaS hApPeNeD,- the man continued talking- I cAn'T tELL yOu WhAt'S gOiNg On BeCaUsE I dO nOt eVeN kNoW tHaT mYsELf... bUt I cAn TeLL yOu WhAt'S gOiNg To HaPpEn FrOm NoW oN...

He stopped leaning his head on his hand and sat down on a serious-straight way. You could feel that he was being serious now.

- ThE cOuNtRy Is UnDeR aTtAcK.