Chapter 2
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GOLDEN LAKE HIGH
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"You're late young man, may I know why!"
Miss Erica inquired as soon as I made my way into class.
"My sincerest apologies, Mrs. Erica. It won't happen again." I answered with words flowing with remorse, my eyes briefly revealing the emotional storm I'd weathered.
I settled into my seat, only to be met by Lisa's piercing stare, a dagger of disappointment. Yet, my mind wandered, still entangled in the nightmare I had.
Christopher and Jean's empty chairs beside me caught my attention once again, the silence surrounding their disappearance grew thicker with each passing day, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong this time. Their history of impulsive departures didn't calm the storm brewing in my mind, not even a little. Leaving me unfocused throughout the class.
The lunch bell shattered the morning's monotony, and I sprang into action, backpack in hand, only to be halted by Lisa's insistent tug on my arm. "Come on, I'm waiting!"
"Waiting for what?" My voice rose, infused with puzzlement and impatience as I turned to face Lisa.
"Are you serious? You single-handedly sabotaged my day, and I'm the one paying the price. Detention, Stage – all because of your carelessness. An apology's just the beginning of what you owe me." Lisa's frustration erupted.
"Sorry, Lisa... Are you satisfied now? Can I go now" For some reason unknown to me, my apology was tinged with frustration.
"Stage?! You've got to be kidding me!" Lisa's voice shattered the air, a mixture of shock and outrage.
"Not today, Lisa." My words cut through the tension immediately before I vanished into the crowd, leaving Lisa's anger to boil over.
As I navigated the hallway, Mrs. Smith, the principal's assistant, intercepted me. "Good afternoon, dear," she said with a warm smile. "Are you on a mission to see Principal Adams?"
I halted, my purpose momentarily diverted. "Actually, yes. Is he in?"
Mrs. Smith's expression turned sympathetic. "I'm afraid not, dear. He's out for the day. Is everything alright?"
My unease simmered beneath the surface. "Just wanted to say hi. Never mind, thanks." I swiftly continued on my way, phone already in hand.
I dialed Christopher and Jean once more, but both calls plunged into voicemail's dark abyss. The gnawing feeling in my gut intensified. So I decided to abandon school and investigate Christopher's
place – again. Perhaps I'd missed something.
Sliding into my sleek gray Tesla Cybertruck, I felt a sense of isolation. The vehicle, a rarity in school, now seemed like a cold, metallic cocoon. Anxiety clawed at my mind with every passing minute.
Just as I was succumbing to despair, my phone shattered the silence. I quickly snatched it, hoping against hope it was Christopher or Jean. Instead, my mom's name flashed on the screen.
"Come home immediately, someone's waiting for you," she urged, her voice trembling.
My heart skipped a beat. "Who is it? What's wrong, Mom?"
"Please, just come home fast, okay?" The line went dead.
A chill coursed through my veins as I executed a hasty U-turn. My car devoured the distance, but my mind raced faster. Fear gripped my heart, squeezing tighter with each approaching mile.
I screeched to a halt in front of the house, abandoning my usual garage routine. "Mom! Mom!!" My voice cracked as I burst through the door.
"We're over here," she replied from the living room.
I sprinted toward the sound, finding her alongside Sheriff Sarah. The unexpected presence of law enforcement ignited a spark of fear in me.
"We need your help, Stage," the sheriff said, her expression grave.
In that instant, I knew the world had shifted. Something was wrong.
But the truth was I had no inkling it was merely the beginning of chaos.
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