Chapter Eleven

Philip had overslept and he knew it. He didn't care. He had no intention of going to school that day or for a while at that. He had to find out what all this meant, the key, the stalking, the whispers, and especially room 42. Currently, it was 2 days after the attack, if you could call it that. Two unidentified men had drugged Philip and tried to plant cameras in his room. Philip was not scared anymore. He was pissed off. Time for things to stop, thought Philip. Philip got up, showered and dressed. He came down to the kitchen and saw a note from his mom. 'Philip - I had to leave to work early so food is in the oven. Love you, Mom' little did she know that he had slept in and burt the food. Bummer, thought Philip. He got the burnt food, tossed it in the trash and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Philip had originally planned to spend the day sleeping and trying to figure this all out, but now he had a new idea. He was determined to figure everything out. The key, the teachers, and everything that had happened in these past few days.

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Philip got up and grabbed his backpack, the key, a small knife and went out to the city bus stop. He brought the knife to possibly protect himself if he got into a tight situation and needed to fight for his life. Philip was not playing games anymore he was ready to find out the truth. He got on and around 11 and rode it out to Redstone and then changed buses to get to Treasure Mountain. The bus stopped and Philip got off. It was a short 5 minuet walk from the stop to the school. Luckily, school was in session so Philip did not see anyone and no one saw him. He opened the door and walked to the right into the science hallway. No one had stopped him so far so he kept going. Here it is. Room 42. Right at 12:10. Perfect, thought Philip. Then he heard talking. It was Mr.Parker and Ms.Sutherland. No, not now!, thought Philip. The two teachers were coming around the corner and would see him right in the middle of the hallway. Philip ran into the bathroom which was adjacent to room 42. "We have to act now. This is the last opportunity we have to ship the crates. I believe the child is on to us." said Parker. "How could he know? He doesn't even know about himself. My question is why cant we just kill him and get it over with? It would simplify everything." replied Sutherland. "We need him for the final step. We need his power." There it was again. The word power. McNaughtan said he had powers, now the teachers said it too. At least he now knew they wouldn't kill him now, but possibly later. This gave him time. He heard a door close. He looked out and saw that the teachers had gone into room 42.