Chapter 31: A Letter from Jenkins
The next morning at the Academy, sunlight seeped through the heavy curtains of my dorm room. I was groggily trying to piece together an outfit that wouldn't make me look like I'd just rolled out of a dumpster when there was a knock on the door. I answered to find Sam holding an envelope with a name I hadn't seen in ages: **Jenkins**.
"Morning, Kan," Sam said, with a grin that suggested he'd had a bit too much caffeine. "Guess what? You've got mail!"
I took the envelope from him, my curiosity piqued. "Jenkins? The Jenkins from the Bureau?"
"Yup, that Jenkins," Sam said. "Looks like he's got some news for you."
I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. It was covered in Jenkins' unmistakable, slightly sloppy handwriting.
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**Dear Kan,**
How's it going, champ? I trust you're still alive and kicking. Or, at the very least, still managing to stay awake during those endless lectures at the Academy. I know, I know—academies can be a real snooze fest.
So, here's the scoop. I've been keeping an eye on the news and, surprise surprise, it seems the Academy has been having a bit of a drama fest lately. No, it's not the latest soap opera or a celebrity meltdown—it's actually a bunch of weird stuff that's got everyone buzzing. I'm talking about strange occurrences and bizarre incidents that would make anyone wonder if they're in an outtake from a bad sci-fi movie.
Now, I don't want to alarm you, but I thought you should know that the local gossip suggests something's fishy. And no, I don't mean the cafeteria's "fish special"—that's a whole different level of questionable.
I'm not saying it's anything supernatural or that you're going to start seeing ghosts in your textbooks (though wouldn't that make for a great plot twist?), but it might be worth keeping your eyes peeled for anything unusual. Just in case, you know, you get bored of the usual class routine.
If you stumble across anything that makes you go "Huh, that's odd," feel free to drop me a line. I'm always up for a good mystery—just don't expect me to show up in a cape. I left my superhero outfit at home.
Anyway, keep your chin up and remember to laugh at the weird stuff. It's the best way to keep sane.
Best of luck,
Jenkins
P.S. If you do encounter any real-life ghosts, please ask them if they know any good ghost jokes. I've been dying for some new material.
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I folded the letter and looked at Sam and Quinn, who had been peering over my shoulder with varying degrees of curiosity.
"So, Jenkins thinks the Academy is having a drama fest?" Quinn asked, trying not to laugh. "I guess that's one way to put it."
"Yeah, and apparently, he doesn't believe in supernatural stuff," I said with a chuckle. "He's convinced it's all just one big, weird coincidence."
"Sounds like Jenkins," Sam said, grinning. "But it's good to know he's keeping an eye on things, even if he doesn't believe in ghosts."
Quinn nodded. "Well, at least we know he's got a sense of humor about it. If nothing else, this should keep things interesting."
"Definitely," I agreed. "And who knows? Maybe the weird stuff is just a series of unfortunate events. Or maybe it's a sign that we're in for an adventure."
As we headed out to our first class of the day, I couldn't help but smile at Jenkins' letter. It was a nice reminder that even in the midst of all the chaos, there was still room for humor and lightheartedness.
Little did we know, Jenkins' letter was just the beginning of a series of strange and entertaining twists that awaited us. For now, though, we were ready to tackle whatever came our way, with a bit of humor and a lot of curiosity on our side.