Mya approached the administration block, zoning out with her mind flooded with unanswered questions; she needed answers to. This made her more determined to get answers to solve all those mysteries. A ring from her phone suddenly drew her attention back to reality.

"Damn, who could it be?", she mumbled, glaring at her bag. She sighed, rummaging through her bag for the phone. After a second, she finally drew out the phone and checked the caller. It was her mother.

Mya exhaled, ...