What was a man doing in the middle of the garden?? In the middle of an all-girl finishing school garden?

He gasped and jumped up.

"Who-what-who-how??" He sputtered.

I was so scared, I couldn't even move.

I opened my mouth.

I closed my mouth.

I opened my mouth.

I closed my mouth.

I opened my mouth again.

"I-I-I... Who-who are you?" I sputtered.

His face turned bright red.

"Er- well - alright. I'm... I'm - ah... Sir Kennsington of - of Grant." For some reason, I got the feeling he was making it up as he went along. Why?

"Oh. Well. I'm Lady Ganzala of Ohreeka."

"Where is Ohreeka?"

"In- in Ayortha."

"You don't sound Ayorthian."

"That's because I-I learned Kyrrian from a Kyrrian tutor."

"Oh. But your name isn't Ayorthian."

"It-it isn't?"

"No. Ayorthian names both start and end in a vowel."

"Oh... well yeah!! Duh!! My tutor's name was totally Ganzala. My parents loved it. They named me after her." He looked very taken aback. I have GOT to stop talking like an American and sound more Kyrrian!!

"They knew your tutor before they had you?"

"Well, yeah. She's like, an old family friend. Plus, she tutored my sister and brother before me."

Why was this guy questioning me like this? Normally, from what I've seen, here, asking questions is considered rude. And I'm pretty sure that this guy is NOT who he says he is.

"Oh. I see."

"Yes. And what exactly are you doing here, Sir Kennsington of Grant??" I asked quizzicly.

"Oh yes. Well." He sighed, "Can I trust you?"

"Yes. Can I trust you?"

"Yes. Well... Meet me here tomarrow night then. If you've not told anyone about me, I'll trust you."

"Ok, deal. And you have to not tell anyone you saw me neither. If you do, I'll get into SO much trouble and I'll starve. So if you do, I'll not be trusting you."

"Ok, deal."

So I turned around and pretended to leave. I still slipped back into the grassy plant and laid awake under the stars.

As I looked up, I thought about home. At home, there was so many lights that you couldn't see even one star.

The city was filled with busy people, hurrying people. I yearned for the hustle-bustle of the city.

So I laid like that for awhile; wishing for the city, yet enjoying the stars and peacefulness at the same time.

When I woke up, before I crept out of the garden, I looked at the "Sir Kennsington of Grant". He was sound asleep. So I went back to school.

After dancing, I sneaked outside and to the garden. The boy was gone without a trace. I went to lunch.

That night, when I sneaked out to the garden, the boy was already there.

"So, Sir Kennsington of Grant - What's up?" I asked.

"What's what's up?" he asked.

"Never mind... why did you want to meet me?"

"Oh... well, I take it you didn't tell anyone I was here?"

"No. I didn't. Did you?"

"No."

"Well, where were you today?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said, where were you today?"

"I was here."

"No you weren't. I looked."

"Well, yes I was. I was hiding."

"Oh. Well."

"So... listen. I-I'm here because... because I love the beauty of the garden."

"Uh huh." Yeah right!!

"Why were you hiding during the day then?" he turned bright red.

"Don't you think it'd be a little odd of a sight to see a man in a lady's garden?"

"Oh. Yeah, I suppose so."

So, every night, I met "Sir Kennsington of Grant".

Eventually, he came to trust me more and more.

I came to trust him.

He was sweet, funny, and charming.

One day, he told me his whole story.

His whole real story.

Author's Note: PLEASE review!!