Twelve

GRAYSON

“Son, be careful out there. It has begun.”

I hadn't expected a message from my mother, let alone one like that. I kept staring at the message because I couldn't figure out what she meant by “it has begun.” I tried calling her, but her phone number was not connecting.

I couldn’t stop wondering what had happened and what danger lay ahead, but I didn’t want to get entangled in whatever danger was lurking around; I just wanted to have fun without encountering anything.

I had just put my phone in my pocket and was about to descend the stairs when I felt someone tugging at my clothes. When I turned around, I was surprised to see Chloe holding my shirt.

“What the hell? What the fuck do you want now?” I questioned her.

“I came here to apologize to you,” she said as she averted her gaze from mine.

“Huh?”

“I apologize for accusing you wrongfully. I assumed you were the one who wrote it, given that you have been bullying me, stealing my things, asking your friends to tease me, and callin