How paranoia can lead to some interesting times

I slammed shut the book on Calculus. If Newton and Pythagoras knew what sort of bastardization their knowledge had become, they would surely be rolling in their graves. I mean, they were two of the most knowledge esoteric seekers of all time! Standing up, I avoided eye contact with anyone in the room. Never know who might be watching you know?

My bag was slung over the corner of my chair, where I could feel if anyone was trying to slip anything in there or take something out. I don't know what I would do if my journals got out. There's some Grade-A info in those bad boys, and I'd hate for that to fall into the wrong hands. Sliding the thick book into my bag, I checked to make sure everything was in place, and quickly left the classroom, but not before pulling a little spiral notebook out from the front porch. I quickly left the math building, the open campus before me. Calculus was my last class of the day and I could finally head home.

I began to flip through the notebook.

1. The janitor seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time near the girls restroom...possible he is scouting out targets for a scheme. That or pervert.
2. Dean sent out an email today saying the university is hemorrhaging funds, and they may need to make some cutbacks. Who is taking the funds and for what purposes?
3. Kathy (bitch) seems to be following me around a bit more than normal. Who is she working with and for what purpose?
4. The groundskeepers are spending quite a long time working on some landscaping in the center of the quad. They are there right now (4:00 PM) and haven't made any apparent progress. Are they guarding the stones?

I continue to make some observations in the notebook, as well as fleshing out some other less formulated ideas. I'm pulled out of my theorizing by a slight buzzing sound. Looking around me as fast as I can (mysterious buzzing can mean tons of things, none good) I started to hone in on the noise. A tree, slightly off the path, seemed to be the epicenter.

Walking along the grass towards it, I couldn't help but wonder. Could trees actually be able to communicate? Or was this some sort of psychological warfare by people who could send signals into the wood? The buzzing seemed to grow in strength as I approached a crook in the trunk, and much to my surprise, I found an old flip phone getting a call. Fear and excitement coursed through me as I tugged it out of the crevice. This could either be a really bad thing or the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Was I finally getting recognized by some agency bent on saving the world? I flipped the phone open and slowly pressed it against my ear.

"H...hello?" I cursed myself as the words came out. If this was the bad guys, they now have access to my voice. I better change it quickly. "Who is this?" I said in a much deeper voice.

"We have been watching you, Emma. Are you ready to save the world?" The voice was scrambled, but deep. Masculine.

Without missing a beat, I nodded vigorously and said yes multiple times into the phone.

"Just the reaction we were expecting. It isn't safe here. Go to your apartment and give us a call. We will explain everything." The line went dead.

With my heart pounding, I slammed the phone shut and looked around me. No one was really paying attention to me, so I assumed I was momentarily safe. Throwing the phone in my bag, I quickly power walked back to my apartment.

Unlocking the door after making sure I wasn't follwoed, I gave a kurt nod to me roomate and entered my room, where i locked both locks on my door. With my heart pounding, i took out the phone and shakily hit redial.