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Allison looked at the list that Ms. Wilson gave them. For a library this big, she sure gave them a small list of chores to do, with unreadable handwriting.

1. Rearrange the catalog cards

2. Make sure that every book is in its right place

3. Dust if necessary – the duster can be found behind the front desk

4. Take inventory of the books

So basically, they were supposed to do Ms. Wilson's job that she has been neglecting to watch her show. Someone ought to leave a note to the principal about that. Allison wasn't one to follow others' expectations. This list of school chores was the least of her problems, but at least it was something to do rather than sitting at these chairs for eight hours. Might as well do something than hear Ms. Wilson's shrill voice that they hadn't done anything. She got up from the table to grab the catalog drawer, but she stopped midway when she noticed a note taped on the empty chair next to her. She ripped the paper away from the seat and read the words:

First clue: Find me in the Mystery section

Allison furrowed her eyebrows at that. What was this? She got up from her seat and headed to the bookshelves, looking out for the Mystery section of the library.

John looked over his shoulder and saw Allison wandering about the library. "What's our wandered up to?" he asked.

"Probably getting ready to do this list of chores," Susan answered, "which you should help us with."

"Please," John rolled his eyes as he looked at Susan, "I don't even clean my room, what makes you think I'm going clean up around here."

Susan let out a defeated sigh and got up from her desk. "Might as well start with the dusting. Who knows when the last time was that this place was cleaned."

"Careful about those notorious dust bunnies," John warned her, "I heard they're vicious."

Susan playfully rolled her eyes at John's joke as she to the front desk and searched for the duster. When she found the appliance, she held it up and made a face at it. It looked like one of those dusters that maids used but if it got the job done, that's all that mattered. Now the question remained, where was she supposed to start?

Suddenly, a noise came from the end of library when a couple of books toppled to the floor. Allison looked as they fell in front of her feet, taking an appreciation to the noise that it created. "What the hell man?" she looked up and saw John standing in front of her, as the noise had startled him. "What're trying to do? Turn this place upside-down?"

Allison reached into her bag and pulled out the note that she had found taped on the chair. "Does this mean anything to you?" she asked him.

John took the note from her hand and read it. "First clue: Find me in the Mystery section. The hell is this?" he asked her, "someone making you go on a freaking scavenger hunt?"

Just then, Susan joined the two of them when she heard the noise. "What's that?" she asked as she looked at the note that John had.

"I found it taped on the chair next to me," Allison explained. "It told me to go to the Mystery section of the library. I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for." She knelt on the floor and picked up one of the books, rapidly flipping the pages with her thumb.

"If this is telling you to 'fine me in the mystery section' we have to search all these damn books to find another freaking note?" John asked.

"That's what a scavenger hunt means," Susan said as she knelt beside Allison and searched through the pages of the books, "you can join us or you can sort the catalog cards in alphabetical order."

John gave Susan a glare which was then followed by a smirk. "You really know how to negotiate, don't you?" he said as he decided to join his friends in this ridiculous scavenger hunt. With every book that he flipped through, he gave them to Susan to put them back in the right order.

After what seemed like a long time of searching through these books, Allison stopped when she saw the corner of the page was turned over. She lifted the corner and noticed that the there was something written in there with black ink. Allison squinted for better reading but it was difficult to make out the word. She reached into the bag and pulled out a magnifying glass, that she had taken from a teacher's desk, for better vision.

Second clue: He is the King of Horror from the 70s.

Allison smirked at how cryptic that sounded. The connection between the mystery and horror section. Was this a theme that she had a follow? What if these clues led her to an undiscovered part of the school? What mysteries or even horrors could there be?

John and Susan exchanged a look with one another when they saw the magnifying glass. "I'm not even going to ask," John commented and saw as Allison threw the magnifying glass back in her bag.

"Got the next clue," she said to them, "we need to go to the Horror section of the library."

"What are we even looking for?" John asked as Allison headed to the second floor of the library without answering him.

Susan shrugged her shoulders. "The next clue I guess." Afterwards, the two of them joined Allison as she had herself settled by one of the shelves.

King of Horror from the 70s was a straightforward clue to Allison. Afterall, she had the pleasure in reading as much of his books as she could during her time in solitude. She picked up one of the books and flipped through them to find the next clue. She threw the books over her shoulder and proceeded to the next one.

"Seriously?" Susan groaned, "I'm going to have to pick up after you?"

"Don't complain Picasso," John said to her, "Ally here is on a mission." To speed up the process, John took a couple of books and flipped through them. With no success, he picked up the last book that was on the shelf. When he did, he felt something heavy within the pages. Opening to the page, he noticed that a key was taped inside with a note on it. He ripped the key off the page, not taking care of the small section of the book that he ripped and threw it towards Allison. "Check this out."

Allison grabbed the key and felt the cold metal against her fingers. She read the note attached to it.

Third clue: This key is the master of opening any door in this school. Use it with care. Next clue, look through the catalog card drawer between cards A and C.

Allison read the clue and then looked over at John who was flipping the book back and forth and muttering to himself.

"Who reads this stuff anyway?" John asked not impressed by the cover of the book.

Susan took the book from John and placed it on the proper shelf. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she told him, "it may not be a bestseller but it is one hell of a book."

Allison looked at Susan as she put the book back on the shelf. "You read Carrie?" she asked her.

Susan nodded her head. "Yeah," she said to her, "it's weird how you can find a connection through a misunderstood character."

Allison subtly nodded her head at that statement. It was hard to find similarities with people, but in books people were just easier to read and find a connection with. And with a character like Carrie, she thought that she had.

John let out a sigh. "Look, I don't expect this to turn into a Book Club but you both need to get out more," he said and motioned his head at Allison, "what's the next clue?"

"It told us to search through the catalog drawer, between letters A and C," Allison told him. "And the cards have been messed up."

John held his hands in the air. "You're not expecting me to unscramble them are you?" John asked her. "Forget it."

"Come on John," Susan spoke up, "we're a team."

"Since when?" John asked her.

"Since we spent eight hours stuck in here last time," Allison told him, "and that you sacrificed yourself for us to come back here before Vernon caught us."

Susan looked at John with sympathy. That had been a tough moment for them both. "And since you let me help you yesterday," she told him. "Why can't you help us?"

He had helped them once, and he had gotten help in return…once. What was the likelihood that they would help him again? The moment that John had been the one to get in trouble, he had done it for the group because they had the choice if they wanted to follow him to his locker or not. And he had done it for Claire. He didn't want to get her into trouble due to his choices. The help that Susan had given him, he didn't ask for it and yet, he had received out of her camaraderie. She could have left him there to bleed but she didn't…and through that, she had gained his respect. He held his hands in the air in surrender, "alright, fine. No need to beg."

With a triumphant smirk, Allison made her way down the stairs followed by Susan and John. She opened the catalog drawer and set it on the front desk. "Let's hope we can find the clue through this mess," she said.

John grabbed a handful of the cards and began to sift through them, as if that would help him in putting them in the right order. After a while, John placed the cards on the table. "You know what, why don't we just do this?" he tipped the drawer and let every single catalog card fall out.

Allison and Susan looked as the cards fluttered to the floor. "And how's that supposed to help?" Susan asked him.

"That way, we don't sit here for the next hours looking for the damn clue," John said as he began to put the cards in alphabetical order.

Susan and Allison grabbed a handful of the cards and began to put them in alphabetical order. Susan lost count at the number of times that she had to correct herself, while Allison was quick at putting the cards in the correct order.

Suddenly, John held up a notebook lined paper and looked at the words written on it. "Before you run for the next clue, fix the catalog drawer. You gotta be kidding me," John complained as Allison and Susan snickered. Even these clues were after him for disrupting the peace of the catalog cards. "Then you'll find the clue in a bin."

"The trash?" Susan grimaced at the thought that she would have to reach into a trash can to fish out for a note.

"Good luck with that," John said, "I'm sure Carl went through every single trash in this place."

"Maybe it's not the trash but the lockers," Allison said. It would be unwise to let a clue slip like that if they were placing it in the bin. She looked over at the note once more, "turn it over," she said to John and he did as he was told. "…find the clue in a bin with the initials A.R." Common sense.

"Any idea about this?" John asked her.

"Yeah," Allison said, "there's probably something in my locker." As John was about to head out the door, Allison stopped him, "not until we're done with the catalog drawer. At least let's finish something on that list."

"Screw the list, man," John said, "there's better things to do than that."

Susan chuckled at his tone of voice. Looks like he was already committed to this little game, but Allison did make a good point. It was better that they finished what they started, no matter how strenuous the job seemed.