Dedicated a dreaming girl…
It would be a magic spell
that makes her dreams become true
— Chapter 1 —
The Call Box
It was morning on the beginning of spring. I was outdoor in the garden while I was doing my university homework with my laptop, anyway I have not told you about me, I have been studying journalism although I don't like my choice wide enough, but what can I do? I have no alternative and I must finish it. Suddenly, someone showed up, a puzzling man was walking in the street. He was wearing a brown coat and bow tie. He babbled some weird words while he was shaking a kind of odd torch and he was pointing with light everywhere. So he glanced at me a split second and he winked me. He smiled, he greeted me, and he carried on with his walking. That makes me so completely dozy that I got fool. So then I wondered what he wanted to do with. I was very snoopy —I'm going to be journalist, and curiosity is my business—, so I quickly picked up my study stuffs and I put those and my laptop inside my backpack. Then I started following this dude.
When he was one hundred meters far from me, he turned in the corner to change the street. I ran to reach him to the same corner, so I checked him out when I was there and he couldn't look at me. I had enough time to catch how he was going in an old street. I approached him closer stealthy and I snooped in the corner again. I had time to see the man's shoe for a split second. He just turned other corner again. I ran in the old street and I stumbled over a rubbish bag. What the hell is going on! I could fall down the ground, but I got to hold on to the wall. Actually I was lucky to not hurt me. So I pursued him toward the end of street again and I found a small square. But amazingly, in the middle, I turned up a blue wood call box whose sign was written "Police public call box". It was really striking and weird. What the hell was it! I freaked out. But when I figured I could not get surprised anymore, it happened something rather spooky. The police box started making creepy sounds. It seemed an alarm call, and it got vanished like a ghost. I was so scary that I landed on my butt. Nearly it was over my backpack where it was my laptop. What the fuck! I could butcher my computer, luckily it has still worked, but since this moment it has been making some strange sounds like a fucking tin. I needed to wait some minutes to can breath as normal and to can get up. But it happened something that made me recover, I saw a spider that jumped onto my knee. I held my hair and I screamed madly. Suddenly I got up and I ran away from there. Damn it! I stumbled over a crappy rubbish bag again. I left from the old street and I mashed front a bobby.
—What is going on, ma'am! Might anyone have tried to steal or to assault you?— the bobby asked me while he was holding up my shoulders.
—No, no, no… no… the spider, the police box, the spider… I'm saying the police box. What am I saying? The bow tie man and the fluorescent torch, and the police box and the spider—I breathed deeply and I fell down on his arms.
When I woke up, I was dizzy lying on the ground and fanning by the bobby. So a lot of people were crowded around to snoop me and they was mumbling nonsense words such as "This girl lives close to neighbourhood", "Poor girl, what happened her?", "The streets are more and more dangerous…stiff punishment…Oh Holy God!". And a doctor crossed the crowd. He went to hold my wrist and to count my heartbeat. And then he looked at my eyes, my tongue and auscultated my heart.
—It seems you are fine. I think you could suffer springtime fit of hysteria. It is not serious enough.
—What sort of doctor are you! Are you calling me a hysterical girl!
He looked at me with a proud expression and he was touching his cheek with his fingers.
—I do call you hysterical girl, it's obvious…I've been working as doctor for 20 years …—Just at the moment when he was saying this sentence, I smacked him and I stood up full of pride.
—Look at this! You're so mean! I split right now. Get out and leave alone, damn quack!