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terça-feira, setembro 14, 2010

My Magic Diary - Chapter II

I looked scared to wand. It was beautiful, but do not even want to touch it. I got up and prepared the bag as usual for another day of college, I was a little bit afraid of seeing Mark again. Do not know what to say or what to do, it could be folly to ask him why he left a wand on my bedside table? And what was that conversation during the dream? And how he got into my room? Oh, how foolish, it was just a dream. But the truth is that wand was there this morning. So many questions with no answer.

I left home long before my time, in most cases are late for classes, it's complicated when you live alone, but today it had woke up early, but there was no problem because I could be even  in the library until class time.
There were already many people in college when I arrived. I saw some of my colleagues, I was a little talk with them before going to the library, I thought I would feel safer inside the walls of the school. Yes, I felt better here, the library was empty, only one or two students, probably finalists, were there to study. I sat down and opened the book of discipline which I was going to have test in a few weeks away.
About half an hour later I felt the shadow of someone passing behind me.
-    Good morning, Sam.
It was Mark, I shivered all.
-    Ah, good morning. How are you?
-    I'm fine, thanks. You haven’t brought the wand with you.
Ok, now I was really frightened and dismayed.
-    How do you know?
-    I saw it! – he said.
-    But how? Nor do you live near me!
-    Indeed, but I gave it to you and you have to bring it with you always.
-    Who are you? Surely you're not a normal person. How did you get in my room? What do
you want from me?
 
Yes, I let my emotions speak louder, and left out all the questions I wanted to do. But precisely at that time, my cell phone rang the alarm, warning that it was ten minutes to get the class, and he wouldn’t answer to me on that moment.
So I packed my books and came to the class, turning back to Mark. The day hadn’t started any better.

Mark did not tell me anything else during the day, nor did I approach him, not even in the dining room table that was mostly in the class, I sat the furthest away from him, but close to my colleagues not to give much in the sights. I don’t want them to think that I walk away from him, which is the true.
On the last lesson of the day, I realized Mark has sat right behind me, and at the middle of the lesson he gave me a ticket to my desk.
The note says:
 
I will answer your questions at noon Saturday in front of the church. And bring your wand.
 
I kept the ticket in the kit, and stay tuned for the rest of the class.

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