Chapter_3. The place where the email led.

Continued from Chapter 2

{I said and casually clicked……}

Now that I’d clicked there was no moment of choice left; it were just moments of wait.

After clicking on the link; I waited for my browser to respond. This was when I took a look at the URL of the link, it sure was an odd one and if I was even in the least sense bothered in any way, I would’ve backed out.

The speed that the link took to load didn’t help much either; but it was difficult to figure if the fault was of the website; my 10 year old ancestry laptop or perhaps my roommate’s Wi-Fi connection.

Soon but the wait was over and open before me was a page in white- just white; it was completely blank with no context or information written or typed on it and I thought of it as the most stupid prank ever, because even my unbothered self would’ve taken the effort to write some code for the content of the website. Nevertheless I was about to exit it when suddenly my gaze fell upon the side scroll-bar thing; —– and even though my screen was as white as the milk, from the scroll bar it seemed like it was quite a long webpage; so I scrolled down and surely there were things…

Written on white screen in a font that eerily resembled (only resembled) Lucida Sans, in bold, blood red font-color were the words “THE ACADEMY”, in the highest font size. This font decoration was followed by a short description and a featured image which I assume probably to be of this “Academy”.

The description read: ………………………………………………….

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Chapter_02. A decision — Yes/No

Continued from Chapter 1

Now there was a Gmail tab open on my chrome browser and a read email. A link that I could click, but a decision that I’d have to make……

Growing up, it was never my dream to become a doctor, it was more like my fathers’. I on the other hand, always aspired to work in the entertainment industry. But in my teen and later teens, I lost all my enthusiasm. Lost all my desires. It wasn’t that I was no longer interested, rather it was more like a mood swing. A sudden mood swin;, something that for some reason I don’t regret. But why remember my past now?

Maybe because my future was kept in front of me, formatted as an email. All the possible outcomes of me clicking that link occurred to me in that moment. All the things that could go wrong: My system could be hacked, it could be a stupid prank, I might loose all my data………..

But I was bored, bored of overthinking. “I never save anything personal on this device, neither am I rich enough to afford and maintain a bank account”, I said and casually clicked.

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