Be Silent

With a yawn I rolled out of my bed. And then almost fell to the floor, still not fully awake. I tried to tame my tangled hair as I searched around for my green tree t-shirt, and cursed the science homework.

I was so busy searching that for a moment I didn't notice my open window.

Weird, I thought to myself, as I went to go check it out. I didn't think I had left my window open last night...

On the sill there was a little, torn piece of paper. It was red and slightly muddy. Written in some of the fanciest script I could have ever imagined, and in what looked like old-fashioned ink pen, were these words...

Be silent

The Name of the Game

Cheerio, peeps.