Ruby

~Chapter One~ Alarm Clock

"That movie was awesome!" Hannah said.

"Totally." We continued to talk about our favorite parts of the movie as we walked outside into the cold. "What time is it?" I asked. Hannah checked her watch.

"12:15. Want to go get some lunch?"

"Sure. Where are we going to eat?"

"Well I'm in the mood for a sandwich. What about you?"

"Ya. I could go for a sandwich too. Subway then? It's right across the street."

"How do you know?" Hannah asked. I pointed across the street where there was a Subway.

"Oh. Well I don't see why not then." I smiled and we both walked toward a nearby sandwich store.

Outside was still bitter cold but I was fine while Hannah was shivering.

"Later, we should buy you a new coat. Something that's warmer." I said and Hannah nodded with her arms wrapped around her self like she was giving herself a hug.

We arrived to the light green building which had a lot of glass walls in the front. When I opened the door, a bell rang and alerted an employee who was in the back room that Hannah and I were here.

"Welcome to Subway." It was a man in his early 20's who has dark brown hair which was covered by a black hat. He watched us approach the counter and he continued to smile. We smiled back and then Hannah was the first to make an order. Sometimes there's only one employee at work, and even 5, but there only seemed to by the boy working today. Hannah ordered a sandwich that had lettuce, olives, onions, pickles, red peppers, and mayonnaise all on white bread. I ordered just a wrap with chicken, lettuce, some salad dressing, and a little bit of olives. We each payed for our own lunch and then thanked the man who wore a name tag. On it, it apparently said, "Bob". Bob the subway guy. I smiled when that thought came into mind.

We sat at a table with two chairs and ate our lunch. Within a few minutes of me eating my wrap, I mentioned to Hannah that we were the only ones in the room other than Bob.

"I've already noticed that." She said. Of course she did. It's not that hard to notice that you and your friend are the only people in a small restaurant. A thought then rang into my mind. I pulled out that weird sheet of paper that had blown into my face earlier that day, and showed it to Hannah.

"What's this?" She asked after she finished another bite of her sandwich. She took the paper and examined it. "What does it say?"

"It's a piece of paper and there's some kind of code written on it. I still don't know what it says."

"Where did you find it?"

"At the park."

"It smells like cinnamon." Hannah said after she sniffed it."

"Yes it does."

"Hmm... I know."

"You know what?" I asked with curiosity.

"This looks like Braille."

"Say what?"

"Braille. It's what the blind read."

"Oh. Well do you know it?"

"No. I'm not blind."

"I thought you had to feel Braille in order to read it, this is just pencil. You can't feel it what so ever."

"Perhaps someone with sight can read it."

"Maybe someone does."

"I'm sure the internet does."