As I opened my locker to put in my books, a folded piece of paper slipped out and landed on my feet. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded the paper and read the message written in messy handwriting:

"You didn't do it. We'll meet soon..."

My forehead creased as uncertainty set in. There was no signature, and the message sent a shiver down my spine. Who had written this, and why did they think I was innocent? I scanned the room, trying to spot anyone who might be watching me, but the other students were engrossed in their own work.

The minutes ticked by slowly as I walked towards the detention room. My mind raced with questions about the mysterious message, the eggs, and the unsettling presence that seemed to follow me. What the hell was going on? 

-

Cautiously stepping in, I moved with a sluggish gait, my footsteps echoing softly in the eerily quiet room. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows that danced along the drab, off-white walls. Funny or not, for a few moments, I expected some garlic-infused experiments and sunlight exposure, coupled with breaking wheels and impalement sticks. Well, reality now meant peace. 

As I further looked around, at the corner I found a woman slumped in a chair, with their head resting on a stack of ungraded papers and her soft snores resounding throughout the room. I guess I just had to sit there and contemplate on my mistake? Assumed mistake. 

Few minutes passed and I felt restless. I tapped my feet and fidgeted my fingers, glancing around for any sort of entertainment. 

Just a moment later, I gasped in utter disbelief as I felt an unexpected impact on my head, the sharp crinkle of paper interrupting my thoughts. Turning around in bafflement, I noticed a dark figure standing, his face indistinct mainly due to the low lighting. I got up instantly, pretty much exasperated by that action of his. Did I look like some of his bosom buddies? Or maybe an instant apology would help.

The person beckoned me closer, and I cautiously approached. 

When I reached the mysterious figure, I could make out his features.  A mop of unruly hair, framed his face adorned with a constellation of freckles that danced across his cheeks and nose. His eyes, wide and expressive, were a shade of deep, forest green while his nose was a bit crooked. His vibrant skin  exuded a sort of warmth. 

I slightly tilted my head, trying to detect the interpretation of the expression he was giving, his eyebrows arched in a pretentious manner, and his mouth curved into an enigmatic smile.

He spoke in a hushed tone, as if afraid of being overheard. "I saw what happened in class, and I know you didn't do it. Those eggs... they were part of something much bigger."

I was both relieved and intrigued that someone believed me. "What do you mean, something bigger?"

He glanced around nervously before continuing. "Have you ever heard of the legend of the Eyes of Aleria?"

I shook my head, feeling a chill run down my spine. The name sounded ominous and unfamiliar.

He leaned in closer. "The Eyes of Aleria are said to be a pair of ancient artifacts, each resembling a human eye. Legend has it that they have the power to reveal hidden truths and secrets. But they are also said to bring misfortune to those who possess them."

I furrowed my brow, trying to process the information. "Are you saying those eggs were the Eyes of Aleria?"

He nodded. "Yes, and I believe someone is searching for them, someone who will stop at nothing to obtain their power. I think that's why they planted them in your classroom, to draw attention to you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ancient artifacts with mysterious powers, a hidden agenda, and a plot that seemed to revolve around me – it all felt like a surreal fantasy. Vampires were one thing, but egg-eyes? 

"What do we do now?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease, "Find them and cook them on your pan?" I replied, clearly with vexation in my tone. "Stop mocking me, okay? I'm not stupid!"

He blinked too many times to count as if to process something so unreal.

"No, no...I'm not mocking you! I'm serious! We need to find out who's behind this and why they want the Eyes. But we have to be careful. There are forces at play that we don't understand, and they'll stop at nothing to get what they want."

 He seemed too dumb to play this act, but I seriously could not bear him ridiculing me just like that, out of nowhere.

"Can you just leave me alone? I seriously don't have time for this bullshit! I know what I saw and just because it's unrealistic to you doesn't mean you have any right to take the piss out of me!"

To  my surprise, he simply furrowed his brows, deep in thought, "Oh, you're new, right? So you must not understand English!" His face lit up with a sudden smile, "It's fine! I'll make you understand! So, what I was saying is that-" I stared at him in disbelief and gnashed my teeth, fury storming inside. 

I couldn't hold it any longer.

I grabbed his collar, lashing out, "Enough! Quit mocking me! What is wrong with you?" He feigned innocence, saying, "Let go! I'm just trying to help you. Why can't you see that? Listen to me, please." His intentions remained unclear to me. Vexed to limit, I forcefully pushed him, causing him to stumble over a bench and then into someone else's arms. As I looked up, I perceived a familiar frame.

 Her hair was a rich, chestnut brown, but it cascaded in soft waves that framed her face delicately. Her eyes, a shade lighter than the other guy was the eyes I swore to never forget.

"What is your problem? Why are you fighting my brother?" She uttered in a rather calm tone.

"You! You insane girl!" I let out instantly, remembering the moments the last time we met.

She immediately averted her gaze and turned to her brother, "Why the hell were you talking to her?"

"I was just trying to help her! The Eyes of-"

She gave her brother's shoulder a gentle, deliberate punch, briefly casting a glance in my direction before averting her gaze, wearing an expression that seemed to blend embarrassment with irritation. 

"How many times do I need to tell you to not talk about this shit to random people!"

"She is not random! She is a victim herself!" He defended, while my anger subsided to rather skepticism.

She rolled her eyes and proceeded towards me with an apologetic gaze, "I'm sorry." I involuntarily widened my eyes, as I didn't interrupt her, "For that day, and for today. I don't know what got into me. I just saw you and... just forget it. And about him, forget it as well. He's just an imbecile. But he means no harm, I assure you." I glanced once at him, who looked downwards with a melancholic cast.

"I know this might not matter, but..." She paused as I looked at her intently, "I'm Una, and he is my twin Uzochi."