You found out about the street a while ago, just passing it on the road, and it felt like you shouldn't have been able to see it. It was called eibf, not quite eighth. It was an entire street that seemed to be lying to you. You wrote down a reminder about it, a reminder to go look at that street.
The students in the room all stare down at the piece of paper at their desks. They had all seen this paper before, but this time it was different. A student puts their head down on the desk in frustration. As their head makes contact with with the page, a dull glow illuminates the edges. The table begins to lightly shake, the students pencil falling to the floor. As they lean down to to retrieve it, the paper begins to move.
About a week later, you heard something that sounded like a voice, but not a human one, coming from the wind. It said to you, “Why do they lie so much? They go to an extreme. You must help me, help us.” You stared at the plants at your windowsill for a few moments, and knew that there was a terrible danger at eibf street. You ran to get everything that you knew was needed for danger such as the one that you were now willingly going to. You found the sword that you kept hidden in the special compartment in the bookshelf, and went out into the street, only partially ready for what was ahead.
The student, startled, tumbles out of their chair, staring as the packet begins to convulse, hovering slightly above the desk, its pages flapping like an angry bird. An orb of light grows from the spine, a sea of colors inside. Lights burst, windows shatter. Multi-colored light shower the room as the students run for the door. A sudden burst of light and then the room grows dark, the only sound being the rustle of the leaves.