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Two students from Brookwood High School mysteriously go missing on the same night.
The first is Peter Moon, a heartless pescatarian who bashes students from Brookwood on his blog, turning everyone against him. The second is the adored Kat Pike, an audacious girl desperate to boost her adrenaline. Three days pass. No leads.
Indifferent to the disappearances, sixteen-year-old Jackie Mendoza remains immersed in her virtual world of video games and online friends.
When a menacing app by the name of Capsule downloads itself onto Jackie's phone, she enters a game interlaced with reality. A game threatening to erase Peter and Kat forever. Only Jackie can save them now—but Capsule is the most ruthless game she's ever played.
Mel Torrefranca delivers a heart-wrenching thriller about unlikely friendships, bittersweet memories, and a never-ending search for answers best left forgotten.
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Capsule - Mel Torrefranca
ENTRY #201
This one’s for a boy I’ve chosen not to name. The anonymous student annoys me to the core, but I can’t get him off my mind (and neither can you, judging by the fact that you’re reading this). He strives for perfection when he knows he’ll never get there, climbing and fighting but never reaching the top—never even seeing it. This obsession destroys him. His friends are gone, his family’s more dysfunctional than they are in those cringey television dramas, and now he has no clue how to escape the deep hole he’s dug himself into.
Sometimes I look at him and think, My god, what a mess. He’s got nothing to live for. He keeps going and he has no idea why.
Moon.
ONE
8:20 AM
Ready for another day behind bars?
Jackie Mendoza ignored the boy seated to her left. Somehow it’d become a running gag that Mr. Berkshire’s class was a prison, students even coordinating days to show up in matching orange t-shirts, but they were exaggerating. Sure, the windows were covered in blackout curtains and the class had an eerie yellow glow from the dying LED lights, but it wasn’t at all a torturous environment. Mr. Berkshire simply didn’t bother plastering his walls with funny posters or setting stupid knick-knacks on his desk for kids to point out in the middle of an important lecture.
Really?
The boy leaned over the aisle, catching a glimpse of Jackie’s screen. Clash of Clans? That game’s ancient.
Jackie set her phone onto the wooden desk and faced him with her lips pursed. She’d been cursed to arrive ten minutes early on the same day as the most relentless boy in class. He was always testing creative ways to get Jackie to talk as though breaking past her social barrier were a video game level he was dying to beat, and it made her blood boil.
The only interesting element about the boy’s appearance was his odd-colored eyes, and he seemed to know it too. He framed them with these ridiculously oversized round glasses, two golden rings resting on his cheeks. Every time she made the effort to face him—which was only occasionally—she’d find herself lost in his eyes, struggling to distinguish their color. The hue was trapped between a dull blue and a grayish green. If only I had a picture, she thought, envisioning a color picker in Photoshop extracting the exact hex code of his irises.
What are you staring at?
He leaned further over the aisle, widening his eyes. Flaunting their color.
Jackie broke free from his trap, lifting her phone from the desk and suppressing the echo of blue or green or gray or blue running in the back of her mind. Less than two months until the end of the school year and she still hadn’t learned his name, but odds were he didn’t know hers either. The only times he’d ever spark a conversation with her was when he was bored, and judging by the janky arrangement of empty desks around them, his only shot to squeeze in maximum social interaction before class was to converse with the intentionally quiet Jackie Mendoza.
Well someone’s awfully moody this morning. I don’t blame you though. It’s a lot to take in.
His own phone unlocked with a click. So what do you think happened to him?
Jackie opened Clash of Clans and tapped her barracks, deciding which troops to train. She knew the boy would only grow more annoying if she didn’t feed into his conversation, so she asked, Who?
You know, that Peter kid.
Jackie’s thumb paused after tapping the dragon icon only once.
You seriously haven’t heard?
He raised his voice to a near shout. "You know, Peter Moon? The kid-who-sits-right-next-to-you-this-period Peter Moon?"
Two girls entered the room with their hands wrapped around hot Starbucks drinks. Their chattering stopped, eyes crashing onto the empty desk to Jackie’s right.
Peter’s plastic seat sparked Jackie’s memory. Pale skin, wavy brown hair—Peter was the only student who used free time during class to work on homework instead of mindlessly scrolling through a screen like everyone else.
Jackie turned to ask the boy with the golden glasses why he’d brought up Peter but was greeted with nothing but the back of his t-shirt. The two girls jumped onto the wooden desks in front of him, swinging their legs as they talked over each other.
Never mind.
Jackie’s fingers grew numb against her phone screen as she surveyed her Clash of Clans base, gusts of morning air poisoning the room as the door swung open and closed. Students filled the empty seats until only Peter’s remained abandoned, thirty three of thirty four teenagers occupying the room—a normal class size for Brookwood High. Although every bordering city and town in Northern California was at least an hour away, Brookwood had outgrown its small community years ago. The school district, however, had yet to keep up with the ever-growing high school student body of now nearly three thousand.
Jackie swiped out from Clash of Clans, about to unpack her textbook and notes, but a new app resting in the third row of her home screen distracted her. The icon featured a red and black gel capsule glowing under a starry night sky. She brought the screen to her face and squinted. Don’t remember installing you.
The bell rang. Mr. Berkshire dragged his feet to the front of the room, a clipboard trapped in his sturdy grip. As the teacher’s eyes bounced between the desks and his roll sheet, Jackie held her thumb on the Capsule icon and tapped Remove App.
Jackie had never considered math her favorite subject, but she preferred Mr. Berkshire’s class over her others simply because she found him relatable. He marked attendance from a seating chart made of boxes that represented desks so he wouldn’t have to learn anyone’s name and even chose raised hands by pointing out physical characteristics such as hair color or clothing. She heard he was unmarried, childless, and had no interest in pets, so he didn’t seem like the type of man to choose a career that involved talking to snarky teens all day. And although she’d never shared a private conversation with him before, she had a feeling they would get along well.
Hey, girls in the back.
Mr. Berkshire raised his chin from the clipboard. You have chairs for a reason.
The girls chatting with the boy to Jackie’s left hopped from the desks onto the crumb-infested carpet, ending their conversation with him. Now that the boy with the golden glasses wasn’t smiling, his eye bags popped against his creamy skin.
Jackie’s phone buzzed with a Discord message from Eugene, the only online friend she bothered keeping in touch with daily.
EugenieGenie
You down for Mystery Bullets later?
Jackie peeked at Mr. Berkshire, who was still focused on attendance. She faced her screen once again and responded.
JackieLantern
Always
I’m sure many of you have heard the news.
At the sound of Mr. Berkshire’s raspy voice, Jackie tossed her phone back into the leather rucksack that rested on the floor. The man’s gaze paused on Peter’s empty desk, and the entire class went silent at once for the first time this school year. He cleared his throat as he lowered the clipboard to his side.
Two students from Brookwood High, Peter Moon and Kat Pike, were reported missing on Friday night.
He walked to his spotless desk and took a seat, setting the clipboard by his laptop. "If you have any information about them, please go to the school office—not your friends, not your parents, and definitely not me. Only a few people at the office are directly involved with the case."
The boy to Jackie’s left raised his hand.
Mr. Berkshire took a deep breath, knowing to expect trouble. Yes, kid with the glasses.
Do you think they ran away together?
The class erupted with darting heads, eyes meeting, breaking apart, and meeting again. Students were restless, some with deep dimples from their grins and others with jaws hanging wide open. Jackie leaned back in her seat, watching the chaos unfold from the back row. For the entire school year, she’d never seen anyone in Mr. Berkshire’s class talk to Peter—yet now that he was gone, they cared.
The teacher shook his head as he opened the textbook in front of him. Let’s turn to page 332. I have a review assignment for you.
Jackie stared at Peter’s empty desk as the other students pulled their seats together, gathering into groups to collaborate on the review assignment—another word for goof off. Mr. Berkshire knew the students weren’t getting any work done, but he didn’t care. He shut his laptop and scrolled through his phone.
Jackie had never paid attention to anyone in math class before, but considering how this was the first time someone from Brookwood had gone missing, she couldn’t deny her curiosity about Peter’s absence. Now that she thought about it, she and Peter were the only students to ever choose to work on review assignments alone. Peter Moon, a boy who never used his phone in class, who always turned his homework in on time—surely he wasn’t the type to rebel and run away.
Friday night. Jackie had shared geometry class with Peter on Friday morning, exactly three days ago, which meant everyone in this room had seen Peter the same day he’d disappeared. She frowned at the shapes on her textbook page, trying to recall how he’d spent his time during first period. All she remembered was that Peter had shown up half an hour late, and everyone had laughed at how flustered he was from interrupting Mr. Berkshire’s lecture.
The two girls to Jackie’s left tossed their empty coffee cups into the nearest trash bin, one missing but not bothering to pick it up. They were sitting in front of the boy with the golden glasses again, this time with their desks pushed together. Jackie leaned forward at the sound of Peter’s and Kat’s names, her silky black hair falling over the sides of her face as a natural shield.
I heard it was Peter’s birthday on Friday,
the boy said. Now tell me, why would he go missing on his birthday? Kind of a weird coincidence if you ask me.
Jackie watched the girls between the strands of her hair. They tossed statements back and forth until it started to sound like the only possible truth.
I don’t get it.
One of the girls had her arms crossed and her back hunched over as though anyone in the room could have murderous intentions. I know Kat’s a K-pop fan, so it wouldn’t be hard to believe she has a thing for Korean guys, but Peter? There’s no way she’d go anywhere with him. Doesn’t she hate his guts?
Would make for an interesting story though.
The second girl’s tight grin left her voice strained. Popular girl elopes with the nerdy bad-boy. A perfect Wattpad plot.
You read Wattpad?
"But let’s focus on what we do know. Peter and Kat went missing after school, and on his birthday too. She pointed a finger around the air to emphasize her point.
Obviously Peter’s the one behind this."
The first girl’s stiff posture loosened. Maybe Kat was some kind of sick birthday present.
Exactly, and I heard Peter sometimes goes to that restaurant she works at.
Wow, okay.
She nodded, processing the information. He really is obsessed with her.
Guys, shut up. That doesn’t make any sense.
The boy with the golden glasses raised his voice, ensuring the entire class could hear. I was joking when I asked about them running away. We all know Peter hates everyone. He’s not the type to waste time on romance.
The room fell silent, everyone too afraid to acknowledge what he’d said. It was much more fun to spread rumors about Peter and Kat being responsible for their disappearances. It was safer. But the fear of a third party being involved left the students with goosebumps on their arms. What if whoever was behind their disappearances would find themselves a new pair of targets?
Jackie tucked the strands of hair behind her ear, refocusing on the textbook page in front of her. Well, trying to. The diagrams and numbers blurred until Jackie could only see a strange fuzz of black lines. This was the most interesting event she’d witnessed at Brookwood High, even more than when her PE class had found the gym windows smashed out her freshman year.
Jackie’s eyes twisted to Peter’s desk. She didn’t know him personally, but she couldn’t help but wonder where he’d gone.
And this Kat Pike girl—who was she?
TWO
4:41 PM
Jackie threw her back against the front door, slid to the floor of the porch, and reached behind her dripping hair to tear the AirPods from her ears. Her gasping breaths spread in billows from her face—proving the cold weather—but the air burned her throat as she watched the water stream over the edge of the roof in a waterfall. The rain hadn’t started until she was halfway through her run, but by then it’d been too late to avoid the ambush.
I’m a poser, and a loner.
Triple check my, persona.
The rock music buzzed in her left hand, dulled by the wind, but she’d heard the Cuffed Up song Small Town Kid so many times the lyrics remained clear to her. She hummed with the vocals as the uneven pattering of rain threatened to knock her off beat.
Outside is a little more substance.
Inside is a little big lie.
Jackie raised her phone to her face, blocking sight of the drizzling water. With a few swipes she closed the apps on her phone—including Spotify—and cut the music from the air completely. After tucking the AirPods into the zippered pocket of her wet jacket, she stood with broken balance and opened the front door.
The entryway greeted her, its walls blocking sight of the dining room only a few steps away. Her thawing fingers stung in the house that now felt twenty degrees too warm for comfort.
I know. I can’t believe she’s gone. Do you think it’s connected to what happened back then?
Jay’s voice trailed away as Jackie kicked the door shut behind her. Maybe I could…
Jackie reached the end of the entryway to find Jay sitting at the dining table, a phone sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder and a stack of wrinkled papers in his hands.
I’m so sorry, Whitney.
Jay’s eyes jolted from the papers in his grip to Jackie, head remaining still. I’ll call you later. Promise.
Jay’s phone clinked against the dining table as Jackie tossed the running shoes off her feet. She almost walked to the stairway before remembering the last time Mrs. Mendoza had exploded when she’d forgotten to place her shoes onto the rack. Jackie leaned over to pick them up and rose to find Jay’s pages spread across the dining table.
Did you hear what Dad said on the phone?
Jay twirled the stud in his right ear, scanning the pages, hungry for something. He really didn’t want you running today.
Jackie slapped her shoes onto the rack. Then don’t tell him.
Mr. Mendoza had called Jay on their way home from school, stressed over the email he’d received about Peter and Kat’s disappearance. After a long day of listening to rumors in every class, Jackie was sick of hearing their names.
Are you hungry?
Jay’s hand fell from his ear as he gathered the papers back into a stack. I can warm up the chicken adobo Mom made for us last night.
No, the food she made for you, Jackie thought. Jay had always embraced their Filipino culture more than she had, an easy way to win favorite points with Mrs. Mendoza. Their mom always made an effort to prepare Jay’s favorite dishes for dinner, and although Jackie enjoyed them too, something felt off about eating food that hadn’t been cooked for her.
She headed for the stairs.
Wait. Jackie, please.
Jay stood from the table, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor beneath him. Could we just—just talk for a minute?
Jackie’s foot paused on the first carpeted step. Jay had driven her home about an hour ago without so much as saying a word, and now he was in the mood for a sibling chat?
I said I’d call Eugene at 5:00.
Jackie checked her phone for the time as she pivoted to face Jay, one foot glued to the first step. It was already 4:42. Maybe later?
Jay’s focus fell to the stack of papers in his hand, the cursive writing of the phrase Dear Stranger written across the top. Judging by the aged look of the pages, he must have been going through his old song lyrics from when he would create original music in middle school. It’d been years since he’d last done that.
Jay sat to reread the front page, slumping forward so drastically Jackie could hardly see his face.
She continued up the stairs. Okay then.
The first object she noticed upon entering her bedroom was the desk against the wall. A neon purple glow illuminated from the LED lights behind her PC, the keyboard, and even the logo of her favorite lavender headset. She flicked her bedroom lights on with the intent to dull both the mesmerizing illumination of her desk as well as her temptation to sit there. She had to get rid of her soaked clothes first.
After changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a gray PE shirt from eighth grade, she entered the bathroom across the hall to wash off the makeup that had now smeared onto her cheeks. It wasn’t the best for her skin to leave makeup on during her runs, but it wasn’t something she worried about. It wasn’t like she wore as much as some of the other girls at school—that stuff was practically on in piles.
Jackie raised her chin to face the mirror in her dimly-lit bathroom. She yanked the violet scrunchie from her ponytail and parted her damp raven-black hair off to the side. Frowning at her reflection, she thought back on how much time she’d spent choosing outfits in middle school. By the time she reached ninth grade she’d stopped putting an effort into her appearance because she wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Not even herself.
Jackie busted through her bedroom door and flicked the lights off, filling her room with a sacred purple haze. Now for the best part of the day.
She hopped onto the gaming chair and pulled her knees up to her chin. Hey Siri.
Phone in hand, Jackie hugged her legs with one arm, pressing her free palm against the desk to give her chair a spin. Call Eugenie.
Calling…Eugenie,
the robotic woman replied.
The chair slowed to a stop in front of the computer screen as the phone vibrated softly in her hand. She kicked her feet off the chair and clicked the speaker button, the ring intensifying. After setting her phone onto the desk, Jackie shook the life out of her mouse to wake the PC and typed her password at a racing speed.
Hey! If it isn’t JackieLantern. What’s with the call?
You gonna start with that every afternoon?
Absolutely.
Jackie double-tapped Mystery Bullets, and EugenieGenie popped up immediately. Ready for a round?
she asked.
Well, I just finished a dumb bio assignment, so I guess I’m down.
You’ve been waiting.
A pause. Have not.
Jackie shook her head as she opened Discord. Let’s switch over?
Eugene hung up without a response, and a Discord voice call appeared on her screen. Jackie lifted the weighted lavender headphones from their stand, slipped them over her ears, and accepted the call.
Eugene’s voice was crisper now. What mode are we playing?
It almost sounded like he was right next to her.
Bro, what mode do you think?
She hovered over the first three options, the cursor landing on Challenge.
Should’ve known.
Eugene gave an exaggerated sigh as their screens landed together at the starting location.
Jackie had been friends with Eugene for nearly four years now. They’d met on a Fortnite game—you know—back when people thought Fortnite was cool. They gamed together daily, using the time to catch up on each other’s personal lives. All she knew about his family was that they’d moved to Florida when he was three and that he’d been attending online school since fifth grade. Other than the fact that he lived in a subpar school district, she wasn’t sure why he no longer went to a brick-and-mortar school—as he liked to call them—but he seemed to enjoy learning from home, so she didn’t question it.
How’s the run time?
Eugene said as he customized his default inventory pack—she could tell by the violent taps of his keyboard through her headphones. Setting up inventory was the only part of the game he didn’t suck at, but Jackie wouldn’t be the one to tell him.
Let’s just say it’s worse than your aim in COD.
She hovered between a few new starter packs before clicking her usual one, too lazy to deal with testing new keyboard combinations. "But in my defense, it was pouring today."
Sounds like you’re not trying hard enough.
The opening countdown came to an end, forcing Eugene to start with his weapons half-customized. A subtle whimper escaped from his lips.
Yeah, whatever dude.
Jackie got in position for battle, her right hand on the mouse and her left stretched over the most common keys in Mystery Bullets. Like you exercise.
You haven’t seen my abs?
Jackie stifled a laugh. She wasn’t sure whether Eugene did have abs or not—she’d never even seen his face before—but the joke was funny either way.
So, anything interesting happen at school today?
Surprisingly.
Jackie thought back to the announcement Mr. Berkshire had made this morning. Two kids went missing over the weekend.
Weird. You know them?
Obviously not.
Right, obviously.
He chuckled. So I’m guessing that means you still haven’t made any friends.
Don’t have to.
Jackie,
he said in a mothering tone.
I’m serious. I already have a best friend.
Well,
Eugene said, "I hate to break it to you for the millionth time, but I definitely don’t count as a real best friend. He darted to the top of a hill, a dumb move that left him in plain sight, an easy target for anyone spawning on the other side.
Hey, there’s a group approaching from down there. You have good ammo?"
Jackie rolled her eyes. I’m good.
Of course the group would approach them if he peeked over the hill like that!
Look, I’m online schooled, so I can tell you from first-hand experience that there’s a big difference between internet friends and real-life friends. I told you about Kevin, right?
He continued anyway as Jackie approached his avatar on the hilltop. He was so snarky in our virtual classes that our teachers had to permanently mute him. Somehow we started a streak on Snapchat and I thought he was the coolest dude. Then we all get together for this field trip at some stupid aquarium and turns out he’s the most annoying kid I’ve ever met. He smeared peanut butter on the back of my shirt thinking it’d be a funny prank. Who the hell does that?
Jackie peered over the top of the hill and switched to a heavier weapon. Two against four—this wouldn’t be easy. So you’re saying we’d hate each other in person.
All I’m saying is that online friends and real-life friends are completely different. They have to stay separate. If someone—grab it!
A limited item appeared to her right. Jackie tapped the keys fast enough to retrieve it before it could disappear. Unlimited ammo for thirty seconds. Just what they needed.
Yes!
Eugene continued where he’d left off. But like I was saying, they have to stay separate. If someone were to ask me who my best friend is, you know who I’d say? Nolan. Nolan Russo, the kid I met at the Twenty One Pilots concert. I don’t say Jackie Mendoza, the girl I met playing Fortnite Battle Royale.
Well you don’t have to put it so harshly.
Just being honest. Maybe it’s time you make some new friends.
He tossed a few power-ups to her, and they hovered over the computer-generated grass. The world doesn’t revolve around the internet. We have the sun for a reason.
How poetic.
Jackie threw the power-ups back, ignoring his support. He was always like this, asking if she’d talked to anyone at school recently or if she’d considered joining that high school community service club Jay was in. No, she hadn’t talked to anyone—and no, she wasn’t joining.
"I just don’t get why you do this to yourself. I find it hard to believe you’re avoiding people just ‘cause. It’s like you’re scared to put yourself out there, and I don’t know why."
You try living with a perfect older brother.
The other group rushed up the hill, and soon Jackie and Eugene were talking about nothing but the game.
Faster!
His shout was so loud it distorted through her headphones.
Jackie cringed. I’m trying here.
She aimed at the closest player in the group ahead of her, ready to shoot, but before she tapped the final key, a new window popped over the game. Eugene groaned with the disappointing hum of the game over screen.
Why didn’t you shoot?
Jackie leaned over her desk. The pop-up was navy blue with the title CAPSULE written across the top in a simple, bold font—the same name of the app she’d deleted from her phone in class earlier. A smaller string of text appeared beneath the title.
TIME IS AN ILLUSION.
When she hovered the cursor over the window, the pop-up disappeared, revealing the game over screen of