High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 26: THE BEGINNING IS THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAP. (Part 1)

In the morning, precisely Friday, at 09:02, fortunately the weather is sunny today, the wind was cool, the formalities of school life back I was on, I and Anka came late to school, I was in school, we were late because I had to take Anka to her house, besides her makeup, we also took the time to eat breakfast.

 

At Lily Kasih High School all students have re-schooled, starting from grade 10 to grade 12. But when Anka and I just passed the school gate, I found the 12th grade students in the middle of the classroom, they were like negotiating something. My pride bike bonus was parked in front of the class.

So when Anka and I were in front of the 12th grade terrace, all the students suddenly looked at me. Moreover, their carrying bags are still attached to their backs, and raises speculation about the existence of strange things that must be examined.

“Chairman class!” encourage some students with enthusiasm.

“Eh? Why not enter class?” many wonder.

My friends even looked at me with a serious face full of contemplation. A few seconds later, one of them approached me. He Azopa, the wisest son and a class champion for three years in a row, was as tall as Teacher Sukada, his carrying bag still attached to his back.

Important fact! That all the carry bags at Lily Kasih High School have the same model and pattern, this is done so that caste or strata problems can be equated.

We stood face to face in a distance of approximately five inches, eyes round the lunar eclipse glared at my eyes.

“Come, come with me!” walk towards the school field.

“Eh?” I still haven't caught the point of this.

“Woy! I'm coming with you?” tanya Anka made sure.

“No,” Azopa answered briefly nan firmly and continue to step somewhere.

Forced, in question I stepped up to follow Azopa. We continued to walk towards a place that turned out to be a library. A separate school library with classes of students, a single building. And apparently the library has been given a police line. Azopa raised the police line blocking the entrance, so I stooped down to enter the library.

So I found that the bookshelves had been burned, black to charcoal, though the bookshelves were still in place, but I could not find a book there.

“Ayo.” it turns out Azopa still continues to take me somewhere.

Wait a minute, I think I know where he's taking me. Right, we're heading to the secret library. Now the secret door of the library had been open for some reason, for that reason, we stepped down the stairs, then stepped in the hallway illuminated by yellowish lights, and we arrived in the first room of the library.

Not strange, realizing this place still smells of jasmine flowers and clean, he explained; this room is not a fire.

“Sit there,” Azopa's word until the index finger of his right hand must be directed at the rocking chair in front of him.

But I was standing behind the rocking chair, standing looking intently at Azopa. While the wise boy was standing in front of the table, and the table was in front of the rocking chair.

“Loh? Come sit!” tell Azopa, again.

“I don't like being ruled by anyone! It's good to have you ruling me! Teacher is not!” I voiced my reason for standing up and protested against Azopa's governing attitude.

Silly, he even developed a knotty smile, his gaze was subdued.

“Sorry, if I am too presumptuous, because, what I am going to say is very important,” Azopa regretted looking at me seriously but his eyes radiated regret.

And I just stood there, crossed my arms, stood up, I accepted his apology, but I wouldn't sit down.

“Yes, talk fast, don't talk!” as with ketus.

Azopa nodded.

“Begini ... Guru Sukada is being interrogated by the police,” said Azopa and I am not too interested in that.

“Yes, that's natural, right he who is in this library ... just aja keininya, do not beat around the bush,”.

“OK!” Azopa.

He briefly sighed, ranging from the gaze of his eyes to the gestures of his body implying full seriousness, it seemed, there was an important talk that required mental readiness.

“This library fire emergency is also felt by other friends,” said Azopa.

”Ya ... then?“

”The point is, not only did you get this strange calamity, even when it happened, Anka, Cludy, Nuita, Tozka, Ovy and Loze, also got a strange incident, he said, they got terror messages on their HPs, the terror messages were about their phobias, to be exact, they were scared according to their phobia,“ explained Azopa.

Azopa's statement this time, managed to make me put on a serious face, until my forehead frowned.

”Tu-wait a minute, you mean there are people who don't like us? Or is it just sheer fad?“ my search.

Why didn't Anka talk if someone was terrorizing her?

And after I thought about Azopa's statement, I agreed that Anka was the one who did the prank, and this time she was even more frontal.

”Not a fad, definitely not a fad!“

“Ahk time? It's possible that Anka jail again, the level of his fad ride his kayak, he's always a fad,” reply I don't believe.

“No, Anka himself has explained that he never did that, even he was also terrorized, the mobile number of the sender was always changing,” refuted Azopa as sure as possible.

“Yes it's Anka.” I insist on indicting Anka.

“Not! You entered this school in the 11th grade, while this terror has appeared since we attended this High School,” Azopa denied.

“That's weird? Is our phobia diagnosed in 11th grade, and you're talking about being terrorized since you got to school? Logic where?”

“It means this, when we just joined this High School, the initial terror is to harm us, then when they or we have been diagnosed with a phobia, then, the terror also adds by scaring each of us phobias,” explained Azopa.

I paused, thinking of the meaning of all this. But my mind did not find the bright spot of the matter, and instead raised many questions.

“This is the terror,” pinta Azopa by thrusting his smartphone.

So without hesitation, I stepped closer to him, then took his phone. And sure enough, when I looked at the phone screen, some 'screenshots' of the phones from my friends had received terror messages. These messages were mostly threats, the most terrifying of which were death threats, roughly hundreds more terror was received.