By Catherine Madden

Finally, finally, the school bell, signaling the end of the day – on a Friday, to make it even better – rang.  As I ran to my locker, a slip of paper falls from my hand.  I quickly picked it up, hoping that no one read the message on the post-it: Watch Your Back.  I found it on my locker in between 8th and 9th period.  I didn’t think too much of it.  Probably some sort of stupid joke.  I got to my locker and opened it.  I was greeted by a sea of yellow.

            Post-its, dozens and dozens of post-its, were stuck to the walls of my locker.  Watch Your Back.  Don’t bother running, I can run faster.  Just try to make it home.  Just try.

            And in the midst of notes, I noticed one particularly odd thing: whoever had left me these notes also organized my locker.  My papers were all filed in my binders, which lied side-by-side in my locker.  My backpack was resting atop them.  And left beside my backpack was a big yellow book: D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths.  A post-it was stuck to it: Maybe this can help.  I opened the book.  Turn to page 102.  I cautiously obeyed.  Orpheus.  Orpheus?  Why Orpheus?  Why the best mortal musician, the man who attempted to bring his dead wife from the Underworld back to the land of the living.  Shaking my head, I placed the book in my backpack, closed my locker, and headed down to the gym to bring my gym clothes home.  I opened my locker, and this time… A single post-it.

            Looks like you’re going to have to walk.  See you in 10 mins

            I raced up the stairs, out of the school to the buses.  And there was my bus, driving out to the street.  “Hey!”  I screamed.  “HEY!  Stop, stop!” 

            “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the crossing guard said.  “You know the buses don’t stop.”

            I hung my head and turned to walk home.  Usually, I don’t mind it, but today… Those notes are starting to play with my mind.  Don’t think about them, I thought.  They’re just a joke

            But what about the bus?  I took a deep breath.  I miss the bus a lot, I told myself.  It makes perfect sense that they predicted it.

            But how did they get into your locker?  I thought.  How could they have gotten in?  How did they know you were going to your gym locker?  I stopped.  The footsteps behind me stopped, too.  Slowly, I begin to turn.  A sign on a tree stopped me.  Don’t forget Orpheus.  I know you know the the story.

            I began to run.  The footsteps behind me sped up as well – faster, louder.  My sneakers were beginning to slip off of my feet.  They were slowing me down, so I kicked them off.  I kept running, but the footsteps were catching up with me.  My sneakers slammed up against my feet and I tripped, falling face-first into the grass.  My knees were skinned, I could feel that my nose was broken.  I grabbed my shoes.  There was a note inside each shoe.  I opened one. 
            I’d like my book back.
            The second:
            Good-bye, Eurydice.  

Oh my god.