Or it was supposed to be a letter.

After unfolding it, I found myself staring straight at a blank sheet of paper.

What the hell.

Okay. Fine. At least it's not a worm.

"Um. Max? Am I supposed to be seeing something? Because all I'm seeing is a blank page," Ella asked.

"Same here."

"Well, since there's nothing of interest here now, I'll take my leave. I'll be outside playing around with my iPod if you need me!" Ella chirped, unfazed by the emptiness the envelope held.

I nodded my head.

"Stupid iPod owner," I muttered under my breath.

I sighed, putting the paper neatly back into the envelope.

It was going to be a long day.

After a whole day of unpacking, I was exhausted. However, unpacking became somewhat of a distraction. I wasn't reminded of the "letter" until it fell out of the back pocket of my jeans.

Great, I thought. I get to have an envelope and a piece of paper. Oh I know. I'll save it so when we run out of trees, I'll just shove the paper in front of everyones' faces and brag.

Haha.

Na na na na na. I've got paper! Don't forget the envelope!

Really. I was just too sarcastic for my own good.

I sighed, tracing around the edges of the envelope. Well, it wouldn't hurt to open it again. It was just an envelope.

When I was almost finished with pulling the flap up, a blue light suddenly filled the room and began to flash.

Oh crap! Is this some kind of sign to show a criminal's location! I swear I'm not a criminal!

I began to mutter profanities as I desperately tried to close the flap, but the light persisted.

"Hello, Max."

Gah! Don't tell me that someone is in my room.I slowly turned around, inch by inch. And I found myself staring at a projection of a man in his early thirties. He had a full head of brown hair and a mustache in the same color. What scared me the most was the pale outline of a scar running through his entire face, from his forehead to his chin.

"Umm..Hello?" Shit! Don't talk to it!I mean seriously. Once I got used to the idea of having some man projected into my room, I began to get my logic back. Seriously? I was technically trying to talk to a video.

"I have heard of the many great accomplishments you have made. You've easily made it to the top of your class-let alone grade, you were the Student Body President, and you were the captain of your school's gymnastics team. And these are just a few."

Okay, so? Really was my dad just trying to give me some kind of self-esteem boost here? But that wouldn't explain Mustache Guy.

"These are only a few of the reasons why I would like you to enroll in Angel Academy."

Woah there. Wasn't Angel Academy like an invite-only private school?

"However, Angel Academy is not exactly what you think it is."

Okay now I was confused. I was pretty sure that Angel Academy was simply full of kids from all over the world that were just so damn smart. But what else could there be to it?

"Angel Academy is a high school that trains teenagers-young adults-to become secret agents for the government."

Hold up, what?

"Angel Academy is indeed prestigious, mostly due to the fact that the learning occurring in the academy is far more in depth than fore say, normal teenagers would perceive."

Okay. So I was right about the whole prestigious thing. But seriously, I wanted to shout at Mustache Guy to hurry up and get to the point.

"Our physical education is much more, physical than normal high schools would encourage. This includes maneuvering around laser beams, learning how to dodge bullets, and much, much more."

So to break it all down, Mustache Guy wanted me to enroll to some suicide school.

"It may seem dangerous, but after careful observations, we are absolutely sure that each and every invite are indeed extremely capable of these tasks. Only the smartest, most agile students from all around the world attend Angel Academy. It would be in your best interest if you take up on this offer or you might suffer some...consequences."

Wait. Was Mustache Guy threatening me?

"If you decline this offer, then you will find yourself knocked out in the next thirty seconds not knowing a single thing that happened in the last five minutes."

Yep. He was most definitely threatening me.

Two choices showed up on the hologram. I was guessing I had to choose by touching one of them.

Yes or no?

Well, duh. I'm not going to some stupid suicide school with some stupid, threatening Mustache Guy.

As I stepped forward to click no, I suddenly tripped over a box and tried to touch something to keep myself from falling over. I felt something cool vibrate against my fingers, but I ended up falling anyways. I looked up at the screen.

"Thank you for your choice. Oh, and I would trust that you know better than telling anyone of the real nature of Angel Academy. I'll leave it all up to your imagination as for the consequences of that," Mustache Guy suddenly said, fading away.

Oh, shit. I chose yes.