“Bye, Yumi. See you in school tomorrow,” said the girl as she walked down the street, waving away from Yumi.
“Bye!” Yumi yelled before she walked back to her house. Yumi Bara was a 15 year old Asian girl, about 5’6” with black hair and black eyes. She was currently dreading the prospect of classes the next day. Why does tomorrow have to be monday. The only good part about it is seeing Mr.Bylon, she groaned to herself, entering her house and heading up to her room.
“You remember you have school tomorrow, right?” asked Yumi’s father jokingly as she passed him. He was a 46 year old man about 5’9” whom Yumi had inherited the black hair and eyes from.
“No, I thought today was Friday, dad,” Yumi replied mockingly, then went into her room. She laid out her clothes for the next day and got her backpack ready. 8:00, I’ve got some time to spare, she thought, deciding to go onto her computer. She played games on there for about half an hour. Then, as she started getting ready for bed, she got an email.
“I wonder what it says,” she said out loud in an annoyed tone. For the past week all she had been getting was junk mail and it was getting tiring. No one had anything worthwhile to say anymore. She opened up her e-mail and looked at it. It read:
“The Black Window has revealed her web, Coordinates -284, 593, -49.”
“Must be some sort of game event, that’ll probably be fun,” she said with a yawn. She saved the e-mail, turned off her computer, got dressed in her pajamas, turned out the light, then went to sleep.
“Yumi,” Mr. Bylon called. “The office called, you need to go down there right now.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know, they said it was something for you. I’d imagine it’s probably homework, or maybe a love note from your amante.” he said mockingly. Mr. Bylon taught spanish, and it was Yumi’s favorite class. She and Mr. Bylon joked with each other all in good nature. Yumi got up from her chair sluggishly and walked to the door; she hated missing any part of Mr. Bylon’s class. She walked down the hallway to the main staircase and headed down. What is it, wondered Yumi, as she walked down the stairs.
She was in front of the office, she was about to walk in. Before she could however, someone had said “Stop!” She looked to her side and saw a boy, he was about 5’8”, had black hair, black eyes, and he was african american.
“Don’t go in there, it’s not what you think,” he pleaded. Yumi looked inside and just saw the usual office people inside.
”What are you talking about? There’s nothing that looks weird in there.” As she said that the lady at the front desk looked over their direction. The boy had instantly ducked, and from the look of the lady’s face, it seemed that she didn’t see him. The lady smiled and waved for Yumi to come in.
“Don’t go in there, trust me, you can’t see it,” the boy begged. Yumi decided to ignore the boy and she walked inside to office.
“What do you need, Sweetie?” The woman at the desk asked kindly.
“I was told to come down here. they said it was something for me, Yumi Bara.” The lady looked at a paper and said, “Yes, follow me.” Yumi took about 5 steps forward, when something grabbed her.
“Bye!” Yumi yelled before she walked back to her house. Yumi Bara was a 15 year old Asian girl, about 5’6” with black hair and black eyes. She was currently dreading the prospect of classes the next day. Why does tomorrow have to be monday. The only good part about it is seeing Mr.Bylon, she groaned to herself, entering her house and heading up to her room.
“You remember you have school tomorrow, right?” asked Yumi’s father jokingly as she passed him. He was a 46 year old man about 5’9” whom Yumi had inherited the black hair and eyes from.
“No, I thought today was Friday, dad,” Yumi replied mockingly, then went into her room. She laid out her clothes for the next day and got her backpack ready. 8:00, I’ve got some time to spare, she thought, deciding to go onto her computer. She played games on there for about half an hour. Then, as she started getting ready for bed, she got an email.
“I wonder what it says,” she said out loud in an annoyed tone. For the past week all she had been getting was junk mail and it was getting tiring. No one had anything worthwhile to say anymore. She opened up her e-mail and looked at it. It read:
“The Black Window has revealed her web, Coordinates -284, 593, -49.”
“Must be some sort of game event, that’ll probably be fun,” she said with a yawn. She saved the e-mail, turned off her computer, got dressed in her pajamas, turned out the light, then went to sleep.
“Yumi,” Mr. Bylon called. “The office called, you need to go down there right now.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know, they said it was something for you. I’d imagine it’s probably homework, or maybe a love note from your amante.” he said mockingly. Mr. Bylon taught spanish, and it was Yumi’s favorite class. She and Mr. Bylon joked with each other all in good nature. Yumi got up from her chair sluggishly and walked to the door; she hated missing any part of Mr. Bylon’s class. She walked down the hallway to the main staircase and headed down. What is it, wondered Yumi, as she walked down the stairs.
She was in front of the office, she was about to walk in. Before she could however, someone had said “Stop!” She looked to her side and saw a boy, he was about 5’8”, had black hair, black eyes, and he was african american.
“Don’t go in there, it’s not what you think,” he pleaded. Yumi looked inside and just saw the usual office people inside.
”What are you talking about? There’s nothing that looks weird in there.” As she said that the lady at the front desk looked over their direction. The boy had instantly ducked, and from the look of the lady’s face, it seemed that she didn’t see him. The lady smiled and waved for Yumi to come in.
“Don’t go in there, trust me, you can’t see it,” the boy begged. Yumi decided to ignore the boy and she walked inside to office.
“What do you need, Sweetie?” The woman at the desk asked kindly.
“I was told to come down here. they said it was something for me, Yumi Bara.” The lady looked at a paper and said, “Yes, follow me.” Yumi took about 5 steps forward, when something grabbed her.