Noel Flair: leadership
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Everyone listened patiently as Enoch shared his theory.
As I watched their faces, I began to notice how many agreed with him.
And I think I do, too.
“I don’t understand this,” Josiah spoke. “Are we still in the same world we were in a week ago? Or are we in a different dimension? Or a video game? Or a reality tv show?”
“None of this makes sense,” Hunter agreed with him. “It feels like every experience we go through is like another code to crack. You know, an instruction manual would be nice!” Hunter yelled at the sky as if there was someone watching us.
Some of the teens chuckled. Others didn’t even smile.
“That’s it!” Jack spoke up for the first time that night. He reached into his bag he had set beside him and pulled out the journal he had been working on translating. “This entire time I thought this was a language. Possibly one I had just never heard of. But after studying it, there is no actual order to the characters and symbols. This entire time I had been trying to translate it. But it doesn’t need to be translated. It needs to be cracked!”
“Jack! Please slow down! You aren’t making any sense.” I tried to hold out a hand to calm him.
“This isn’t a language!” He tried again, holding the diary out for us to see as if that would help explain his findings. “It’s a code!”
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