3 CHAPTER 2 (1/2)
Jeff shook his head with the smile never leaving his face. He opened his closet and picked up his father's gray racing jumpsuit, and gray H-Board, which had the shape of a skate board - both of which were now his. He arranged the jumpsuit into his bag pack, changed into a blue shirt and jean trousers and picked up his Head-Plate. He was about wearing the Head-Plate when he noticed something that made him drop it immediately.
Jeff stared with mouth agape at his glowing hands.
”What in the five square is happening to me?” He asked rhetorically. He rubbed his hands on his jean pants with the aim of brushing off the glow, but that was to no avail.
Frightfully, his first thought was to rush downstairs to his mother, which he was about doing when something else distracted him. Jeff spun immediately to the direction of the only window in the room, where he knew the sound had come. He took a deep satisfying breath when he saw the window ajar and nothing out of ordinary. He was pretty sure he'd heard a flapping sound like that of a bird, but a part of him doubted it.
Jeff pulled the knob of the door leading away from his room to the passage, only to notice that his hands were no longer glowing.
”This is very strange.” He muttered
Some part of him was still tensed though, but he decided that there was no cause for alarm and relaxed. He picked up his Head-Plate where it had fallen and clipped it round his ear. The familiar sensation of the Head-Plate round his left ear, added a little comfort to his growing curiosity.
As Jeff flung his bag pack behind, he noticed a gold envelope sitting comfortably on the window sill. Startled than afraid, he placed his burden back on the bed and moved over to see what it was.
The golden envelope bore an unrecognized seal, with silver embroidery running from the top to bottom on each side. It was not up to the size of a file envelope and nothing on it suggested how long it had been sitting there or who had dropped it.
Jeff dared anyone to climb a two storey building at this early hour to drop an envelope, or was it his mother who had dropped it? He couldn't tell for sure. Until critical examinations were carried out by his innermost self, he couldn't summon the courage to pick up the envelope.
The envelope bore no address, not even that of the sender.
Who would be sending an envelope in this computer world? Jeff asked himself. The red seal on the envelope was as hard as a nut shell that it didn't bulge when Jeff tried to break it. The envelope itself, though was made from what seemed to be paper, was much harder than the seal when Jeff tried to tear it open.
”What is this?” He asked himself again as he turned the strange envelope over and over again.
Giving up the idea of opening the envelope at that precise moment, Jeff tossed it inside his drawer.
”I will deal with you later, for now, I have a race win.”