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Chapter ??? - The Game.

Chapter ??? - The Game.

Hesitantly, I picked up the small white game, running my thumb over the smooth flat surface and turning it over. It seemed to be in good condition, not worn out or scratched like the console itself. I weighed the gameboy in one hand, and stared intently at the game.

 Why? Why would someone send me this? Who is it even from?

 I carefully placed the gameboy beside me on my bed and shuffled back a little. My young dog, Lacey, woofed in my garden, and a car went by outside. Birds were tweeting all over, like they were panicking or something. Maybe a cat was after them. Although, there aren't many cats in this neighbourhood.

 Outside my window, you can see a forest, surrounded by a field of long grass. The field once belonged to a farmer, who disappeared a few years ago. Some say he went into the forest and was murdered by a crazed psycho who'd gotten free from his asylum, and chopped his own arm off. But, that's just a story the kids at the primary school made up to scare the younger years. It worked, and then they had to go to the forest themselves to prove there wasn't anything. I was one of the younger kids at the time, and I'd just moved over from Spain.

 Let's just say I was terrified.

 Past the forest, you can see great green rolling hills, sometimes they were dotted with white, but those were mostly when the fields were a more yellow colour. Where the pale blue sky deepens into a rich darker shade, you can just make out some skyscrapers, but only if you really squint. That's the city where I go to school, and where most of my classmates live.

 This neighbourhood is full of the elderly and small children who aren't old enough to make much of a racket. My friends live here too, on a different street. But we all stay in to game, so we also don't make much noise. Most noise is made when a tractor rolls by.

 I closed my eyes and shook my head. I'm just distracting myself.

 I took a deep breath and looked over to the box, picking it up and taking the silk out. I felt around the edges and corners of the wooden box for a note, and eventually the bottom of the box shifted ever so slightly. A little blip or a fold. I dug my nails down, trying to lift the note out, sticking my tongue out and furrowing my brow as I did so.

 I tipped the box over and shook it, trying to get the note out. Unfortunately, the bottom of the box and the note were exactly the same size, and the paper wouldn't just fall out.

First technique again, I growled a little and tightened my grip on the box slightly. After a gruelling couple of minutes I managed to fold the thick paper and lift it out, crumpling it slightly.

 I opened it and looked at it. Blank?

 I cursed under my breath. All that for-

 That's when I noticed small black writing on the bottom edge.

 Guard it with your life. E.

 I rolled my eyes and sighed, thinking of who 'E' is. Is it a surname or a first name?

 It's probably someone from the village whose family member died at a young age, and they decided to give it to me. They were taking this a little far, and the handwriting is very neat. Is elderly handwriting scruffy? Yes, their hands shake a lot, don't they.

 I tossed the note to the side, and it gently fell, landing on the fold and tipping silently between the top half and bottom half of the paper. Glancing back at the game, I bit my lip. Should I?