Nobody knew where the bag ended up, with many townspeople, including my mother, claiming that it was never going to show up again. Of course, those of us who had volunteered to search were not all that fussed about the bag itself. From the description we were given, it didn’t sound all that different than any other school bag. It was the extraordinary contents of the bag that was motivating us to keep searching. We didn’t actually know what was inside, but Zayden Daniels had told such an elaborate story, that everyone out here in the forest searching faced two possible scenarios before committing their time to finding the bag: One, the story was a hoax, and we were all going to wake up in the morning feeling like fools. Or, two, the story turns out to be true (or even remotely true) and our lives will be changed forever. We were all hoping beyond hope that the second option turned out to be true.
The call for the emergency town meeting went out at 4:43pm with forty-seven citizens marked in attendance by 5pm in the Greenvale Town Hall. Among them, myself, my father, Vincent, and my mother, Teresa. From what we could tell, we were one of two families in attendance, the other being Zayden’s family, who were huddled together in a group, clearly relying on each other for support. The majority of the other people were more than likely the only parent or adult curious enough to attend such a spectacle. Some of them, I thought, were probably here just to gather enough information to participate in the rumours that the usual suspects were already starting spread. According to the large clock peering down at us from above the main stage, it was 5:03pm when the mayor stood up at the podium and asked for silence.
“Thank you all for coming, ” the mayor began, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief before continuing. “I have called this emergency meeting to discuss some extraordinary claims made by the young Zayden over there.” The mayor gestured towards the Daniels family. “So I appreciate you coming out here so late in your already busy days.” Murmurs echoed through the hall, the mayor letting them linger for a moment, using this opportunity to take a sip of water from the glass on his podium. I was confident that I saw the glass of water trembling while it was in his hand but I just passed it off as him being more than a little nervous. “As much as I would love to be the one to tell you about these extraordinary circumstances, I believe that it would be best for you to hear it straight from the source itself.” The mayor nodded in Zayden’s direction, and he approached the podium with his mother and father either side of him. His father reached over and adjusted the microphone to match Zayden’s height.
Zayden cleared his throat, and the first words that came out of his mouth sent a chill up my spine.
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