Sophia's Perspective
This was bad. This was really, really bad.
I passed a note to TJ, They found us!
He wrote back, I know.
I wrote to James, Have you seen them, past the illusion?
He wrote back, Is that really them? Jeff, BEN, and Toby?
I wrote to him, I think so. What should we do?
He wrote back, I don't know, ask TJ.
To TJ, I wrote, What should we do?
He replied with, We have to talk to them!
I wrote, No way! They'll kill us!
He wrote, I don't know, then. Talk to James.
I wrote the same question to James.
He responded with, Kill them before they kill us?
I wrote back, Are you crazy? Do you actually think we could pull that off? These guys are trained killers of the Slenderman!
He responded with, Sorry, you're right. So we talk to them, then?
I responded with, We don't really have a choice.
I passed the paper to TJ, So we talk to them at lunch?
TJ passed it back, Yeah, it seems like our only option. This is kinda awesome, you know. I mean, it's Jeff, BEN, and Toby.
I passed back, Yeah, but we can't lose focus. These guys will kill us without hesitation. We have to prove ourselves worthy to be spared.
He began to write something else, but Mrs. Gill was back. She looked down at TJ, "What is this?" She demanded.
He stared up at her, "It's a potato," He said, sounding dead serious.
I stared at him, "That's your excuse?" I wanted to scream.
Mrs. Gill snatched up the paper and began to read our conversation aloud, but trailed off when she got to the more incriminating parts of the conversation.
My face was hot, and I knew I'd turned bright red.
"Office, now," She said.
Even TJ knew not to make a retort. All three of us stood up and exited the classroom. As we did so, Mrs. Gill picked up her landline for the second time today. We shuffled out of the room before we could hear her conversation.
"Terrific, they think we're crazy," I groaned.
"We sound crazy. Reading that note out of context, we look like total lunatics," James reasoned.
I turned on TJ, "You are a lunatic! A potato? That's your excuse?" I demanded.
He was defensive, "It was the first thing that came to mind! I was under pressure," He complained.
"Why didn't you just eat the note like a normal person!" I asked.
"I'm not going to eat paper!" He protested.
I opened my mouth to make another retort, but James cut me off, "Stop. Arguing among ourselves isn't going to help," He said.
I sighed, "You're right, lashing out at TJ isn't going to help," I said to him, "I'm sorry," I directed at TJ.
He nodded, "It's fine. We don't have time to do this right now. We have to get ready," He said.
"For the trip to the office or proving ourselves to the Creepypastas?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Both," He said.
"We have a lot to look forward to," I said, sarcastically.
We walked to the office, staying silent for most of the trip. When we reached the door, I knocked.
The secretary's voice rang through the door, "Come in,"
Shamefaced, we shuffled inside.
She wordlessly pointed at a row of chairs, her message was obvious. Sit. Wait. Be good little crazy children. I hate my job.
We sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. James and TJ sitting on either side of me. I tried not to fidget as we waited.
We must have been sitting for about ten minutes before our principal, Mr. Paul, called us into his office.
We walked into the large office and sat down.
"I see you three have taken to passing notes," He said, almost amiably.
I winced, preparing myself for the lecture.
"I hope you realize that the content of these notes is unacceptable," He said.
"Yes sir," We mumbled.
"Bullying is not tolerated at Silversmith Middle School. I will not stand for you making fun of our new students. Do it again, and there will be consequences. Do you understand me?" He asked.
"Yes sir," We said.
"You will apologize to our new students, and for your punishment, you must spend your recess giving them a tour," He said.
I straightened, that was actually perfect. It gave us a chance to talk to them. Maybe even reason with them.
"Yes sir," We said again, this time with a hint of excitement.
"Alright, then you may go back to class," He said.
We gratefully got up and filed out of the office. We walked past the secretary's desk, a weary, "Have a nice day," rang from behind the computer.
I reflexively waved at her. Once we got well out of earshot of the office, we started talking.
"Guys! This is perfect! Now we have a chance to talk to them," I said excitedly.
TJ nodded, "We couldn't have asked for a better opportunity," He said.
James put in, "We can't afford to lose focus, though. We have to make sure they don't use the opportunity to kill us off," He reminded us.
I nodded, "Of course. Anyway, I have English class now, what about you guys?" I asked.
"Social Studies," James said.
"Science,"TJ replied.
"Okay, I guess we have to split up for now. See you guys at recess," I said.
We turned down opposite hallways and headed to our separate classes, not knowing this would be our last school day, and of the unimaginable horrors to come.
