It was Monday morning. Alex and Tinka should have been at the breakfast table long ago if they were to make it to school and preschool on time. Their mum was anxiously waiting in the kitchen.
“Alex! Tinka! Where are you? Come and eat before it gets cold!”
When the two of them finally sat down, they were behaving... well, a little peculiar. It looked to their mum like they were hiding from something or someone. Alex seemed to be excited and worried at the same time, and Tinka would occasionally giggle, though there was no apparent reason for it. But before their mum could start asking questions, it was time to go.
The whole journey to school was somewhat odd too. As the children were chatting, Alex said something that wasn’t addressed to Tinka.
“What’s the matter, Alex?” asked his mum. Alex just shrugged.
And at another point Tinka said: “Alex, after school will you be sure to tell me everything that happened?”
Their mum was baffled by this. Her thoughts wandered. Tinka loves playing with Alex, but what he does at school never interested her before. Why would she suddenly want to know what Alex learns that day?
And something else was unusual. She felt as if someone — or something — was breathing down her neck the whole way there. Thankfully the holidays will soon be here, she thought, and hugged Alex in front of the school. “Have a good day,” she said to him, kissing her son goodbye.
“You too, Mum. We are definitely going to enjoy it!” Alex wished her a nice day in return, and hurried off.
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As he headed toward the entrance, he kept looking sideways and upwards, ever so strangely… Then on entering the…