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\ - E N J O Y.  T H E.  C H A P T E R. - /

A woman in her early thirties came through the door, clipboard in her hand. Heels clicking on the floor that could be heard by everyone. Stopping by the desk of her boss,who waited patiently for the news. His chair was turned around only the back of the chair is what could be seen from his assistant.

"Sir, we found her."

The man spins the chair slowly, meeting his assistant who stood emotionless in front of him. Hands pressed together in a suspecting way with a smirk.

"Get them ready." he said roughly.

Then the door closes with the sound of heels clicking through the hallway.

\ - T I M E - S K I P - /

As usual, Naomi is in her English class trying her best to concentrate without getting any distractions.

Unfortunately, she can't.

She started scribbling some eye doodles on her notebook. She can only draw an eye which turns out very pretty at the end. Stopping every once in a while to pay attention on the board just in case if she gets called out by the teacher.

that's how you play safe kids.

\ - Naomi's point of view - /

I was in the middle of my doodling session, the part that's interesting and you always get lost into; their eyes. Until the door burst open revealing Tim panting with a concerned look on his face. Making me worried all of a sudden.

what is it this time?

why did he look so concerned?

wtf happened?

mostly that part. because, what the fuck really happened? I need answers.

"Sir, Naomi needs to see the principal immediately." He managed to blurted out the sentence that everyone's been waiting to hear. News.

Bad news. for me.

And just like that, I feel all eyes on me. They probably wondering the same thing.

'What's wrong?'

'Is she in trouble?'

'OHH SHIT SHE'S IN TROUBLE.'

'Never thought she's a person who'd cause chaos in this school silently..'

I mean, yeah, same. I don't even know what'd I do. My cheeks felt hot as in embarrassed. I hate being in the center of the attention. The feeling of pressure hits you like a damn truck. ouch.

I stood up quickly without making any eye contact and followed Tim out of the door. Once we're out of the class, he quickly intertwined our hands together and gave me a reassuring squeeze while the other rubs my back in comfort as we're walking to the office. It happened for a minute until he pulled away. I felt a bit uoset from the mis-touch I can feel it tingling.

The principle's office are so far away from the class im in, it's like a block away and im guessing it's an urgent thing since Timmy here ran all the way from the office to my class.

We speed walking to the office so we wouldn't get scolded by any teachers that walked past us. "hey, why am I being called?" Since it's gonna be a long walk, we can chat right?

He replied instantly, "I don't know, he just told me to get you so Im doing what I was told." I looked at him in a 'da fuq?' expression.

"Timmy, you should really work with your lying skills. That was so obvious." I said as I shake my head in disappointment. oh boy.

He looked at me in dumbstruck. "I-" I immediately raised my hand up, signalling to stop talking.

"You replied instantly, and let me give you a tip. Be humble and play it cool, make it sound convincing okay?" I patted his shoulder. He look pretty good today.

White shirt with a black jacket that looks like a jersey. and black jeans. Same with me except I wore maroon windbreaker jacket with grey coloured cropped top. Along with ankle height brown boots.

We look pretty casual alright. Definitely couple material👌🏻.

We arrived at the office for about 10 minutes and I just gotta say, that was a long ass walk. Im physically exhausted. I knocked on the door as I wait for the "come in" word.

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"Come in!" bingo. that's my cue.

I came in and found the principal got tied up and was put at the corner. Along with guards standing beside the door. The chair was turned in front of me so I couldn't who it was.

If the principal is tied up, then who called me?

I look around for Tim and I see no signs of him. "What? where is he?" I muttered quietly before I git startled by a cliche deep evil laugh that was made by the person in front of me.

The chair spun around revealing a man that looks like he's in his late-thirties,wearing a grey suit with a crane by his side. A woman stood beside him wearing a similar clothing as him but with a skirt. Perhaps she's his assistant?

"Miss Naomi Parker, I heard that you got a vision going on eh?" I felt taken back by his statement. How did he know? Did someone tell him?

The only person that knows about this vision thing is Timothy. I widen my eyes in realisation as I gasped softly, "no.."

The man chuckle again. "You must've put the puzzle together, smart girl." he leaned on the desk with his arms folded supporting him. "I got a offer to give you."

I decided to build my walls up and put multiple layers of metal behind so that I won't be off guard that easily. I suddenly grew suspicious by the way he talks. I smell something fishy and I don't like it.

I raised my eyebrow, looking unfazed by the statement when inside im actually shaking to the core right now. You gotta give a strong impression to this man or else you're gonna die in the next few seconds. "and what is that?" hands clenched on my lap.

I don't know if I should regret of saying that or be grateful at the same time because the next thing  that comes out of his mouth just completely surprised me that my heart was about jump out of its ribcage.

"To be one of my people."