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Chapter 3: Something Doesn't Feel Right
Amara barely slept that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the messages on her phone.
You shouldn't have come here.
Who was sending them?
And how did the person know about her past?
When morning came, Amara got out of bed feeling tired. She picked up her phone and checked the messages again.
They were still there.
She thought about replying, but she changed her mind.
She didn't know who was behind the number, and she didn't want to make things worse.
Downstairs, her mother was already having breakfast.
“You look tired,” her mother said.
“I didn't sleep well.”
“Why?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about school.”
Her mother looked at her carefully.
“Are you sure?”
Amara nodded.
“Yes, Mum.”
She didn't tell her about the messages.
For some reason, she felt like her mother already knew more than she was saying.
At school, Amara kept looking around as she walked through the gate.
She didn't know what she was looking for.
Maybe the person who sent the messages.
Maybe someone from her old school.
Or maybe she was just becoming too suspicious.
She entered her classroom and sat down.
A few minutes later, Zara walked in.
“Good morning,” Zara said.
Amara looked at her.
“Good morning.”
Zara sat beside her.
“You look worried.”
“I’m fine.”
“You said that yesterday too.”
Amara didn't answer.
Zara stared at her for a moment.
“Did something happen?”
Amara wanted to ask her about the messages.
She wanted to ask how she knew about her old school.
But she wasn't ready.
Instead, she said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you ask me about my old school yesterday?”
Zara became quiet.
“I told you. I thought I knew you from somewhere.”
“No,” Amara said. “You said you knew someone who was there.”
Zara looked away.
“I did.”
“Who?”
Zara didn't answer.
“Zara?”
Before Zara could say anything, their teacher entered the classroom.
“We'll talk later,” Zara whispered.
Amara nodded, but she wasn't satisfied.
During lunch break, Amara went to the library alone.
She wanted some quiet time.
She picked a book from the shelf and sat near the window.
A few minutes later, she heard footsteps.
She looked up.
Nobody was there.
Amara frowned.
Then she noticed a piece of paper on the table.
She picked it up.
There was only one sentence written on it.
“Stop asking questions.”
Amara's heart started beating faster.
She quickly looked around the library.
“Hello?”
No answer.
She folded the paper and put it inside her bag.
She didn't know what to do anymore.
When she returned to class, Zara was standing beside her desk.
“You disappeared,” Zara said.
“I went to the library.”
Zara looked at her bag.
“What is that?”
“What?”
“The paper.”
Amara froze.
“How did you know about the paper?”
Zara's face changed.
“I... I just guessed.”
Amara stared at her.
“No, you didn't.”
For a few seconds, they stood there looking at each other.
Then Zara lowered her voice.
“Amara, you need to trust me.”
“Then tell me the truth.”
“I can't. Not here.”
“Why?”
“Because someone is watching us.”
Amara looked around the classroom.
“What do you mean?”
Zara didn't answer.
She simply walked away.
Amara stood there, confused.
Then she looked toward the classroom door.
A boy was standing there.
He was watching them.
The moment their eyes met, he quickly turned and walked away.
Amara had never seen him before.
But somehow, she had a strange feeling that he knew exactly who she was.
And this time, she wasn't going to ignore it.