Chapter 5 Still Struggling

One second, that tone of voice.

"Are you trying to scare me, JOHN? Because if you were, no luck this time then", I replied while I turned.

It was my friend, John. He is a cool guy(meaning of cool to red by the way is someone who is super extrovert-y and dedicated to messing up life for fun and stupid stuff rather than following your ambitions and goals). 'He dyed his colour red, huh' I thought. He is also one of those people who always have a weird tubelight in their eyes, his eyes are always sparkly(maybe he tries to impress girls, well he is good in that though). He also has the weirdest sense of humour in the world or maybe he doesn't have any.

"I was just roaming around this place and saw you. So I thought that lets try to mess with this guy. Well that aside, I take it that you remember the party at Wednesday at my house.",he told me.

"Yeah, I remember and I will come if everything REMAINS right.", I LIED.

(Recognizing the house)"So Frecia is your girlfr...."

"We are just good friends.", I interrupted.

"Yeah, yeah",he said with a rather vague facial expression.

"See you on Wednesday which is day after tomorrow.", he continued.

"Afcourse", I lied again. I had actually forgotten about the party. I know why he specified that Wednesday is the day after tomorrow. Well, I had made an excuse that I had forgotten to check the calendar for dates so I couldn't come to the party. I think I will have to convince my mom that I have high temperature or some other disease so I can't go to the party.

Even though I believe that I am an ambivert. I hate parties. I had heard that boys always try to flirt with the girls there, but when I once went to the party, a girl who looked like that from a rich and respectable background tried to flirt with me, a girl trying to flirt with a guy. I didn't know what to do, how to act in that situation. So I quickly tried to act as if I was sick and went out. At those times I was a weak person. Some boys outside the party hall tried to bully me for sometime but I someway made my way out. They were saying something like, " How dare you steal that beauty from us, you punk?" I had called my sister to come pick me up and I was waiting outside and thought that that situation was now over. Suddenly someone grabbed me and tried to force a kiss (it was her, that girl, if I remember rightly I can say that she WAS beautiful with black hairs and brown eyes but that didn't mean she could do anything). Someone pushed her away with an angry or rather protective look. It was my sister.

I was so surprised by the situation that I couldn't even show any reaction to my sister saving me from that girl.

"Don't you understand, he doesn't like what you are doing to him.", my sister angrily shot those words on her.

"What? That might be your brother, I think, but do you really think he was not the one forcing me to do all those things.", she cleverly replied as she made a pitiful face with tears all over as if I had done something with her.

My facial expressions changed. I was now angry. 'How could she even do that?' I thought. I was also scared as the face of the girl was so convincing that my sister might believe those words or so I thought. But even when I couldn't say any words defense myself.

My sister proudly replied,"You know what, my brother is SOOO much better than people like you so, shut up! I already know that this type of situation is a new trend of making someone pay money. If you want money then you should just go lick it like a dog." and while saying that last line she threw cash notes onto her face.

I could really say— My sister DESTROYED her.

We walked to our home since the money she threw was needed for going back. But that walk was great. I felt happy even though it took us an hour to walk to our house.

She was my ideal due to her actions like these.

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Here I was, holding this book «God's Call» and it had the next clue or information. This is how I decoded that wierd code ;

I knew that second clue had to do something with binary language (the language of the computer of zeroes and ones). Since most of the books read by us were in the zero to one rating.

But I had to think for atleast a day and a half to get the progress somewhere.

Oh!... It means that today is Wednesday.

Well, ignoring that,

The random string of letters at the end didn't actually mean anything which made it all the more suspicious and it was right to get suspicious about it. When you convert them into morse (language of dots and dashes).

If you take a route of understanding and the process inspired by illogical thinking and reasoning.

Then you can consider a dot as a zero if zoomed in and a dash as one when rotated which gives us code of binary.

For example, •–(A)••••(H)•(E)–(T) can be converted into

01000001(A) according to binary language.

Converting them I got, «God's Call» which is a novel I purchased and is of rating, one.

So now I have this book in my hand. I checked the book thoroughly for any information or clue but it didn't have any. 'huh', I thought as despair crawled over my face. Had I wasted so many days for nothing?

I was angry so in furious anger, threw the book forcefully onto the couch.Suddenly, A sheet of paper flew out of it and my last hope was regained.

I quickly grabbed it but

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It was also empty.