Two hours after you've got home Dave and John arrive. You get together to finish your project. Half way through it you make a pause. Sitting in the kitchen you eat some sandwiches you prepared befor.

"If we keep up this tempo we're done in no time!" John exclames. " What do you wanna do as soon as we're done? wanna watch some bad movies?" You ask. "Like what? Con Air-" "Oh No Dave! Con Air is a piece of Art! Don't you dare to say it's bad!" "More like piece of shit..." "you didn't!?" "Yes I did!"

you're follow this discussion with glee. Who knows what kind of argumentative pearls will pop out this conversation? Oh how you wish you had popcorn... everythings better with popcorn and/or pizza.

But hey look at that, seems like John talked himself in such a rage that the tip of his ears turn red. Kk. Time to stop them befor he explodes. Clearing your troat you try to get their attention. Somehow, your actions are successfully ignored. Time to try it again.

...

...

Same result...

Its like they forgot about you. Also the topic evolved into a heated discussion about selfy inception... that on the other hand triggeres Dave in a way that only hate speaches about your school mascot, the beloved major, do... it's seriously time to stop them!

Standing up from your chair you slam our hands on the table. John shreaks while Dave looks at you, showing his pokerface.

"As long as you have your feet under my table I don't want any if those discussions! " Dave Cracks a smile. John just huffs... seems like hes not as cooled down as you wish. After you sit back down the air is heavy. In silence you sit there and finish your meal. After 5 minues it's enought. You have to say something... anything... "I was nearly kidnaped today." ...

Both boys stare at you in disbelieve. The colour leaves their faces. If you wouldn't sit here, seeing it with your own eyes, you would never believe they could get my paler.

"AND YOU SAY THAT JUST JET?" Welp, there goes Daves pokerface... right out the window. Breaking into thousands of pieces...

"(Y/n), are you okay!? Did he hurt ya? Please speak with me! (Yyyy/nnnn)" John graps your head and turns it, looking for any sign of wounds or injuries.

"Guys, im fine! Jegus!" Grumble. Seems like saying this to start a conversation about your day wasn't such a good idea... at least they don't silently fight anymore... shoving John away you try to correct your statement. "... I wasn't actualy kidnaped. Nor was I in danger...? I told you about the guy who always writes me these messages, right? Well he told me to come to a room on the 4th floor. Jade adviced me to go alone. So I did... but I was 100% sure I would die then and there. Alone in a room noone uses..."

A wave of relieve and annoyence washes over your friends. "And there was NO OTHER way to start your Story? Srly?! What is that? An interesting story or a newspaper Headline?! Even I can't come up with such twists man...congratulations: I nominate you for the price for the worst plottwist (y/n) anything you wanna say?" "Yes Dave, first of I wanna thank my family and friends for this prize. Especially you guys. Without you i'd never come this far. And second: im sorry, okay?"

"You'd better..." you just grin at him.

And again an awkward silence... awesome.

Just befor you're about to blure out the next nonsens you have in mind John pipes up. "What happend in the room anyway? Did ya meet him or nah?" "More like "nah". He just wanted to show me something like a mailbox. So I can write him too..." "what a troll... can't he just say who he is?! Would make it easier for everyone!" "Yeah, think so too John. Buuut it's also kinda funny. Not everyone has a mysterious admire" you giggle. "Dontcha mean stalker?" Dave looks at you with concern. "Don't you think it's creepy that he knows so much about you? He knows your timetable, your homework, hell he even knows what knida flowers you like! None the girls in class knows so much about you. Neither do we, your best friends, remember?!" there it is again: Daves hyper protective side. Its really sweet how much he cares about you. No wonder you fall for that dork. "(Y/n) you're not only my best friend... your more like a lil sister for me." Urgh, right in the koroko... "I won't allow that any weirdo comes close to you!" "Except Karkat?""except Karkat." "Except Terezi?" "Yes, Except terezi" "excep-" "YES John. Except our friends. They may be the world record holder for being weird BUT they are still our friends." You just sit there and laught your ass off. Shortly after John joins you followed by a less grumpy and serious Dave.

You finish your food and go back to work. It doesn't take long to finish it. So you're faceing the question of what to do now. While debating what movie you wanna see you remember you wanted to ask why the 4th floor is empty to begin with. Time to get the answers!

"Hey guys. Question. Why's does noone uses the 4th floor anyway?" For a moment it seems like Dave would freeze and John would give you a terrified look. But in seconds they kinda relax again or look away. Only your imagination? Hmmm... "hey what's the matter? You okay?" You look at John but he despairly tries to avoid eyecontact. "John wha-" "the heaters don't work on that floor. So we can't use it in winter. So they don't wanna use it in summer either. If they would they had room problems in winter. Easy Story." Dave interrupts befor John gets the chance to answer. "Sooo that's why we don't have so many students? Always wondered about that..." "yeah! That's the reason!" John says. Kinda... really fast... like... hes uncomfortable with the answer... as if he ... lies... naaa why should they? No reason to do so, right?

You start to drift of into your own thoughts, trying to process the information you got here. You're pretty sure they are lieing but you don't see the reason. Anyway... it doesn't seem like they would tell you the truth either... even if you ask. Better let this topic go... for now. It's not like there aren't other classmates to ask. Sooo time to join in the movie discussion aga- WUT?

As you finally leave your thoughts you're faceing a packing Dave and John. "You wanna go? I thought we wanted to watch some movies?" Sitting on the ground you look up to them. John still tries to avoid eyecontact. You don't know about Dave... the shades hide his eyes pretty damn Well...

"Uhm.. yeah ... I just remembered: my dad told me to get some groceries... can let him down ya know?" You look over to Dave "and what about you?" "Well someone needs to help him carry that stuff. And I need some more aj anyway. Pretty sure bro drank the rest... So y not going together?"

"Good point... okay then... see you guys tomorrow I guess?" They nod and leave your house... this doesn't help your concern at all... does kinda like ... the opposit... but for now you cant do anything. Pretty sure if you would ask someone else via phone they would just ignore you... you have to face them in a situation were they can't run away. Aka tomorrow in School. Oh boy. That will be fun...

Later in the evening, as you eat Dinner with your parents, you ask them if they know anything about your school. Unsurprisingly they don't know what should be wrong with it. Why did you even bother to ask... your parents know your school as long as you: about 2 months... but they suggest you to ask the allknowing Internet if you wish for answers.

And that's what your gonna do next.

After the meal you run up to your room, trow yourself on the bed and look up your school with your laptop.

Hmmm...

Some mentionings in the newspaper about sport competishions... some failed proms... some festivals your school helped with. Even some science rewards are mentioned... but nothing out of the ordenary...

Two hours later you just look through old year books that are posted on the school website... and you notice something interesting... the earlier books where filled with students. There classes with more than 25 students. Even some more classes per grade cause single ones aren't enought... it seems to be at least 3 times the number of students! This high number goes till the entry 2 years ago... right now your in your 11th grade. Like the rest of your classmembers. Sooo they were, just like you, in 9th grade as something happened... it's not so long ago also they were old enought! Pretty sure they noticed something changed.

As you try to look up some newspaper articles from 2 years ago with mentionings of your school, nothing shows up. Only the yearbook photos... nothing else...

Seems like someone wants to hide something here... but that's just your opinion. Perhaps you just watched too many thrillers or crime movies.

Also it's hard to stay concentrated if its so damn late! Looking to your clook you see its already 2 am... woa how time passes by when you phantasies about abnormal happening in your school.

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Okay let's not lie... many Youtube videos let the time pass by pretty fast too. But for your excuse: the most articles were extremly boring! Hmmm perhaps you should Focus tomorrow/ today in a more decent time (like 10pm Cause you're a freaking night owl). Till now you were just looked at some faces... perhaps you should start going through your old class student list? Or look what people are seen in the newspaper pictures? But right now is not the right time! At least someone needs to be awake during class to take notes for the already sleeping Jade! Poor thing... has always to deal with your excentric handwriting... okay it just messy... but readable... for you... if you know the content of the stuff you try to reread... but that's an other topic of an other future you!

This future you has to sleep... got a great day ahead tomorrow...