• Outside, I sat on a bench, forcing myself not to cry. The cold helped that, it froze the tears.
    Ferdinand was also in the Head’s and news was that Ophelia’s mom had committed suicide. So she was in there also.

    Why?
    Why today did everything happen so quickly? It was now only 10:13am. So early! It was a dream…all a stupid dream! The wind suddenly rose, the snow fell faster, strange.
    I looked up. The trees standing empty with a crow or two, however in one tree, there was a man.
    He was so high up! Why was he here? The stranger was the most peculiar person I had ever seen.
    His hair was blonde, but had red tips at the end, his outfit was something like an 18th century French outfit... His ears were pointed and had piercings. On his face was a smirk. He just sat there, staring at me. The wind picked up again.
    ‘Hey! You’re not supposed to be there!’ I shouted at him.
    He just smiled and leapt down, almost like a cat. For a moment I admired the fact he could do that.
    The man walked towards me until he was only a few centimetres away from me, I could feel his breath in my face. It was cold, no, it was colder than cold. There wasn't a word to descibe it...
    'Girl, why do you shout at me so?' He had a smooth, flowing voice. A little husky, but it was light, it could have danced in mid-air, dancing to the rhapsody...but there was something else...something that wasn't right...telling me not to trust this man...if he was a man. 'Am I not allowed to rest wherever I please?'
    Clearly this man had no idea of trespassing.
    'Look, I would get out if I were you, if the security saw you...what are you doing?'
    I stared at him.
    There was something in his hand...moving...a doll? A puppet? No...a marionette.
    He was moving it around, but his expression was puzzled.
    'Strange...'he muttered.
    He swiftly put it away under his cloak. What was this guy?
    'Girl...you can see me...yes?'
    'Well duh...seriously, you better get out now. I think someone's heading this way.'
    The man laughed...his eyes tinkling. That laugh...
    'You can see me?...This is an achievement...hahaha...I guess I'll be off...Helena Ashwood...'
    'Hey WAIT! How do you know my...' before I could complete that sentence, someone came and tapped me on the shoulder.
    'Is there something wrong student?'
    A teacher.
    'Yes there's a...' I turned around to point at the stranger.
    He wasn't there.
    'You should go home student, it's getting cold.'
    'Yeah...I should...'
    Who was that?...