15 Chapter 15 (1/2)
I kept inspecting the little notebook for a while. Idil and Mr. Kenan were curiously waiting for me to say something.
”What is it?” Mr. Kenan said.
”I have seen this exact same notebook somewhere else.” I replied.
”Eh?” Mr. Kenan said.
”Let me have a look at it.” Idil said.
I turned around and gave the notebook to Idil. She held it with both hands and started turning the pages, looking at each of them for just a few seconds.
”This is full of phone numbers.” she said.
”What?” Mr. Kenan replied. ”That's all?”
”I don't see anything else.” replied Idil, still turning the pages.
”So, where else did you see this notebook?” Mr. Kenan asked me.
”This same notebook was standing on the table, near the phone in the principal's room.” I said.
”Interesting...” said Mr. Kenan.
”If I am right, the completely intact version of the notebook must be still there.” I said.
Idil stopped turning the pages and closed the damaged notebook.
”If so, there is no reason for us to wait here. Let's go get it!” Idil said.
We got out of the classroom, heading to the principal's room once again. While we were on our way, Mr. Kenan activated the intercom speaker nearby.
”Slow down!”
We came to a stop in the middle of the hallway. There was about ten meters between us and the principal's room.
”They are around here. Be careful.” said Mr. Kenan.
Just after that, we started to observe small, yet disturbing transformations of the school building in front of us. I wanted to slowly walk towards the principal's room, but Idil held me.
”No, it's not a good time to face them.” Mr. Kenan warned me. ”I bet they won't be playing around anymore. We got on their nerves pretty badly the last time we met.”
We have been standing still for a while when we heard something downstairs.
”What was that just now?” asked Idil.
”I have absolutely no idea.” I replied. ”Maybe the transformations are causing things to get out of place.”
”So you DO have an idea.” Idil replied.
We heard something downstairs again, but it was much louder. It sounded like someone was throwing things around.
”I didn't like that.” I said.
”Mr. Kenan!” Idil said.
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