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A Symbol of Hope

-Chapter 1-

Believe me when I say that I really do not have a lot of friends. I mean, I know a lot of people (and I do mean a lot), but I don't have many friend friends. The people I used to call friends... Well, we kind of drifted apart some time before I left for college.

Yeah, I cried, but I knew it was going to happen eventually. One of my grandfathers once told me that an average friendship lasted about seven years. For people that met during middle school, we lasted longer than I thought we would, despite all the fights and arguments that we got into.

But I'm getting ahead of myself a bit. I said that I had a story to tell and that's why you're here, right? I'm pretty sure that my life is not that particular story.

Now then, the first day I got that text message was a rather dreary one...

Rain. Lots of it. I rather liked rain, but this pouring of buckets was a bit much. Not to mention it was cold.

"Bloody winter." If I was back home in London, I would say that it was a rather normal day. But I moved to one of the warmer parts of America and had gotten used to the constant warmth of the sun.

Sighing, I decided that I had too little time to ponder over the cold and tried rushing to my next class, the dreaded thing known as Calculus. I almost was late; Professor almost closed the door on my bag.

Personally, the math itself is easy; it's the droning voice of the Professor that kept making me want to go to sleep. And for an old man, he could sure write quickly. The note-taking is probably what saved my life several times from getting sent to the headmistress of the school.

Let me just tell you that college is just like high school; only with older, slightly more mature people. Throw in fraternities, sprinkle in some beer, and add a dash of constant sex, then you would get your typical college week. Bone appetite, I guess, if you like that kind of stuff. The parties are fun, though, if you play your cards right.

Glancing around, I could see the squares of light underneath desks and in laps, hiding from the eyes of the old professor. Like I said before, for an old man, he's pretty sharp and quick.

"Don't forget your assignment of a five-page essay over the chapter this weekend. Dismissed." Scrapings of chairs and rustling quickly turned into silence once the students heard the glorious 'd' word. I am no exception; I mean, the teacher was creepy enough when there was a class of students. I would hate to meet him alone.

As was my habit now-a-days, I checked my phone as soon as I was out of class. Imagine my surprise to see a text from an unknown number.

From: Unknown

Hello~ I'm Magnus and
would like to be your
friend ;}

To: Anastasia

Magnus? Sounds like a cool name, probably a male, but who in the hell around here is named Magnus? Shrugging, I decided that the polite thing to do would be to answer him.

From: Anastasia

Um, I'm sorry, but I
don't know you. How
did you get this
number?

To: Unknown

SEND

Looking up at the sound of the rain, I scowled at the offending water. "Bloody water and bloody rain and bloody..." and so continued my oh-so=creative curses (sarcasm, darlings) as I and other people ran through the drenching. Of course, me being me, I forgot my umbrella at my dorm room.

My phone buzzed again in my pocket. 'He answered?' Well, I expected to never get a reply, really, but hey, whatever you know. I couldn't answer it right away and so decided to run even quicker so I could enjoy pizza delivery and some sleep. Screw the homework, I was catching up on some sleep!

Though the buzzing reminder of my phone reminded me that I was trying to talk to a stranger named Magnus.

Personally, I was glad that I had my own dorm room. It made things a lot easier in the terms of privacy. The dorm room looked half-empty, though, so there's the down-side to that one.

I promptly dropped my jacket and looked a the new message. You know, now that I look back on this, I was really excited to talk to this new person.

From: Unknown

I randomly started
texting random
numbers. You're
the first person to
answer me. And I
already told you my
name. What's yours?

To: Anastasia

RESPOND?

I swear that I was smirking right then and there. From the two texts that he sent me, I could tell that he would be an interesting person to talk to. Would it be so bad to give him my name? First, I needed to save his number and name so that I can actually talk to him without calling him by a name that is not his own.

From: Anastasia

Well, you strike me
as a very interesting
person, so I'll be your
new friend. The name's
Anastasia, pleasure to
meet you.

To: Magnus

This is actually more than I could have hoped fro in a dismal day like this. I got a new friend and it was the weekend! Though the rain kind of almost ruined the good mood that I was set in.

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