Prolouge

The door bell rang. I groaned as I rolled over and looked at the red digits glowing in the dark on my bed side table. Uggg … 6:30 surely no-one would be up at this time. I grabbed my dressing gown from the back of my door and ran down the stairs straightening down my hair in the mirror as I went. Just as I reached the door a small yellow post-it note floated down from the letter box landing just in front of me. I looked up just in time to see the silhouette of what looked like a young male running down the drive and onto the street. As i bent down to pick up the note the words 'call me maybe' jumped out of the page and punched me in the face.