Love Story
Part Nine

I cried for at least two hours. The teen tried to climb through the window a few times, but I glared at him. I crawled onto my bed where I fell asleep. That night I dreamed of a sword. A beautiful, half silver, half gold sword with a heart at the end of the hilt. Who it belonged to I didn’t know. I felt cold arms wrap around me, holding the sword away. I knew for some reason I had to get it. Then, I woke up. After my cry fest the day before, I decided to get down to business. Getting out. I tried climbing down the tower, but it was too slick. I tried magically summoning a ladder with no luck. The teen next door noticed me, unfortunately. “I can get you d-” he started to call. I cut him short with my most Evil stare. Finally, I gave up. “Who are you?” I called to my neighbor. He flashed me a cocky smile. “May I come over? I don’t like yelling across to you.” Realizing this boy would not answer my question till I let him in, I consented. “Sure. Just don’t look at me like I’m under a microscope.” He smiled and jumped to my window. “You may call me Rafal. Though you probably know me by the name of School Master.” I gaped at him in awe. I sat down on the bed, he sat next to me. “You should have protection,” Rafal whispered in my ear. “Many people may try to hurt you. By the way what is your name?” “Alexandra,” I said “But you can call me Lex.” He then pulled out the sword from my dream. I took it without a word. Then I hugged him. Just like my dream. Tedros had climbed in and saw the whole thing.