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A mundane and boring life can always be changed by one pivotal moment. It usually arrives with flashing lights and a warning sign, however there are times that it appears without warning; sometimes those warnings are ignored. It was the same when Shae picked up a book that rested on the edge of the bench by the bus stop. Gentle figures flipped open the pages, expecting a name or address to return the notepad too. Nothing. Instead, rules. She read them over and laughed. Clearly a book from either a joke store or a gothic occult shop. She placed it back down and returned her attention to the rainy world around her. 

One hand held up her umbrella, the other held together a coat that would sheild her from wind and rain. It was a quiet ten minutes before her bus arrived. A normal person would have simply climbed aboard, yet curiosity forced her to scoop up the book again and shove it into her bag. Maybe it was theft. No one was coming back to collect it. Besides, they could get another. Shae climbed aboard the bus and held onto a hanging support until it arrived at her stop. Her mind stayed on the book for some time before the trivialities of the final months at school pushed into her head.

Shae dropped down into her desk chair after having escaped the petty hate and gossip of the girls she are lunch with. Her fingers drove into her bag for her phone yet instead, they found the same notepad that she'd found earlier that morning. Pulling the book from inside her bag, she laid it down on the desk. Her eyes danced over its cover and soon she opened the first page.

[i]The Human whose name is written in this note shall die.[/i]

She raised and eyebrow and read on, a little amused and slightly curious. This thing was a load of crap, she knew but there was a strong sense of curiosity about it. As the rest of her class returned and their teacher arrived. Shae covered the book with her own notepads, silently making notes. The lesson drew further and further on, until her curiosity peeked. 

[i]Matso Takahashi[/i]

She looked back up to her teacher and watched. 

Nothing.

She waited a little longer. 

Again. Nothing.

Shae closed the book and carefully slipped it back into her bag, concluding it to be fake and merely a unque notebook. Then, a bang! She looked up as the figure of her teacher slumped over the desk clutching his heart. Then, someone screamed. So did a few others. A grand total of 120 seconds after she'd written the name down, the same man laid dead on their home room floor, and the whole group was panicking. Shae pushed all her belongings into her bag and made a break for the door. Immediately everyone else had the same idea. 

Students pushed and shoved and forced their way into the corridor. Shae ran down the hall, pushed open the bathroom door and locked herself in a stall. That was a conincidence! It had to be! She dropped down onto the toilet lid and held her bag close to her chest.