I woke up, the annoying bell dinging and dinging for seconds into minutes. I couldn't take it any longer. I removed the pillow that was glued to my head, and forced myself to sit up. I saw Siara on the other side of the room, yawing. What a coincidence, we never wake up at the same time. It is usually me who wakes up before her. We walked together to the cafeteria were Siara yawned again. She received a plate full of broccoli and other green stuff, and so did I. We ate in unusually dead silence when Siara made a face like she had forgotten something. The bell rang for lessons, so I gradually got up from my seat. Siara did too, but she seemed like she wanted to go the other way. Before I could say 'Are you okay?' she said: "I haven't checked on Miss Finch in a while," she told us. "I should see how she is going before lessons start." Oh! I should check on her too. We didn't talk in ages! I don't talk to her as much as Siara, but she always makes me feel better while playing that lovely tune over and over her piano. "I will come with you!" I caught up with her as she was walking directly into the nasty basement. It had cobwebs everywhere which made it even more gross. But Miss Finch always plays a nice tune which make the crappy basement more joyful, which is what I expected to hear. Except...I didn't hear anything. And Miss Finch wasn't in her usual place on the piano stool. Where was she? "Weird...where is Miss Finch?" Siara asked me, looking confused. I was as confused as her. "Maybe sleeping?" I thought. She usually takes naps when she has a long day. "She wouldn't. She has night time for that...plus Miss Finch only does that when she has rough and busy classes the day before. But with no Ballet classes she would just sit by the piano, doing nothing but playing a lovely tune the whole day." I knew Siara was right. But where else could she be. I was exploring the basement, maybe if Miss Finch was hiding anywhere, locked up with duck tape over her mouth, when Siara found something we don't see every day. "What's that?" She asked, picking the paper up. "Is that.. a note?" I wondered, seeing it had writing. She was thinking for a long time when she finally read what it said:
Sorry, this is part 1, part two is the next chapter that is going to finish this chapter.
