Guardian's Legacy

Everything appears to be antique and lovely. Penny had the list, so I wandered throughout the store, perusing the shelves. I was enthralled by the beauty of the goods on display. As I became engrossed, I came across a book, picked it up, and opened it. When I saw what was in the book, I gasped. I sat down and flipped over the pages from left to right.

The book was chock-full of many supernatural creatures. When I heard Penny calling for me, I was enjoying reading them all. I shut the book and carried it with me. As I rose from my seat, I noticed a brilliant light shining from the drawers near the other books. Curiosity got the best of me, so I walked to it, opened the drawer, and saw only a pen.

A pen with ancient runes carved onto it. As I circle it all over, I think to myself, "Pretty."

Then there was this voice, "Alexia Zenevieva Ilagaria," calling out to me. I turned around, but no one was there. It sounds like a man's voice, and it makes me uncomfortable.

When the pen illuminates, I put it back down and was going to close the drawer. It has a gold tint to it, and the ancient letters glowed as well. It repeats my name, "Alexia Zenevieva Ilagaria." All I can hear is a ringing in my ear, and I nervously stare at it while my surroundings blur.

Hearing Penny's voice helped me regain my composure. Cold sweats continue to flow as I close the drawer and stare at the floor. When someone spoke, I flinched. "Are you all right?" questioned a boy who was a year older than me and was wielding a broomstick.

I laughed nervously and wiped my sweats. Awkwardly went away, clutching the book in a frenzied search for Penny. I'm getting dizzy and look like I'm going in circles. I was having trouble breathing and tightening my chest.

Penny, who had been looking for me, asked, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for about 5 minutes, and it's only 12 minutes till class starts."

I was relieved, and I couldn't resist hugging her. I can now relax and breathe normally. She asks, worriedly, as she pulls away from the embrace. Of course, I smiled and said, "Of course, I am OK; there are no issues!" I then lied and gave her a thumbs-up, telling her that we needed to pay for the items before we were late for class.

After the items are paid, which Penny and I had gathered, I bought the book that I had come across. Someone gently pulled me by my shirt as we were about to leave the store. It was the boy from a bit ago when I turned around. He handed me the pen and said, "I believe this belongs to you."

Penny peered over my back and remarked, "Oooh, that's lively."

My eye twitched as if rejecting it. When I answered, "I don't think-" I was interrupted by a girl who is a year older than me and Penny speaking.

"It genuinely belongs to you, miss," she says, her arm resting on the boy's shoulder.

How could I possibly own a mystical and magical pen that can say a person's name?!

"I had no idea you had such a rudimentary pen, Alex," she said, adjusting her glasses.

That's because I don't own a pen-like that!

As I stare at the pen, it begins to shine once more. Slowly, my hand moved closer to embracing it on its own. Penny then starts fretting because it's only 6 minutes until classes begin, which makes me tremble.

I snatched it from the boy's grip and stuffed it into my backpack. Penny and I started running as soon as we exited the antique store. I clutched the sling of my purse and recalled the events that transpired at the antique store.

Weird.

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Our Science teacher, Ms. Heisse, started a new topic today called Gas Laws. The Boyle's Law, Charle's Law, Gay-Law, Lussac's Combined Gas Law, Avogadro's Law, and Ideal Gas Law are the six gas laws now in use.

Boyle's Law is the first Gas Law she mentions. "An Irish natural philosopher, Robert Boyle, experimented with Boyle's Law," she said as she walked around the room.

Ms. Heisse says, "Boyle's Law asserts that the volume of a fixed quantity of gas at constant temperature is inversely proportionate to its pressure."

I didn't pay attention in class because I was still processing what had happened at the antique shop earlier. I'm physically present, yet mentally gone, as my head rests on the palm of my hand.

Penny uses her finger to nudge my back in an attempt to grab my attention. It doesn't pique my interest, but Ms. Heisse did. She swallows and clears her throat.

"At a constant temperature, helium in balloons occupies a volume of 3L at a pressure of 1 atm; what is the pressure of the gas if the volume is increased to 12 L?" she wondered.

Penny had a frightened expression scribbled on her face after biting the tip of her pen. As I gulped hard, the entire class turned to face me.

"The answer is P2\= 0.25 atm, and if you're wondering why, here's why," I said as I rose up and walked to the front. Select a whiteboard marker and begin writing.

"P1 \= 1 atm, where P1 is the initial pressure, V1 \= 3 L, where V1 is the initial volume, V2 \= 12L, where V2 is the final volume, and now we must find the final pressure, which is P2. We will use the formula P2\= P1V1/ V2 to find the final pressure, and in the solution, we will replace P1 with 1atm, V1 with 3L, and V2 with 12L. As a result, P2\= (1atm) (3L)/12L. We're searching for the final pressure, not the initial or final volume, therefore crossing out the L's of the 3 and 12. After crossing them out, multiplying (1atm) by (3) equals (3atm). Now that we have 3atm/12, we will divide 3atm/12 to get P2\=0.25atm."

The room fell silent, and as I turned to face them, they were all too stunned to speak; they just stared at me, including Penny.

Too much?

Ms. Heisse startled me by clapping her hands and praising me, which caused me to squeak.

Who'd have guessed that Atty's advanced lessons from the weekend before would come in handy? I'll be grateful to him for giving me an advanced lesson; it's saved my life!

I return the whiteboard marker to its original location. I returned to my seat and sat down, amusedly facing Penny.

When the bell rang, everyone got up and headed outside for the final subject of the day.

"I'll go ahead Alex, I'll see you in History class," Penny remarked as she packed her belongings. "I still need to present my math homework to Ms. Worcester before she gives me a low score," she said.

I responded with a nod, and she walked away. Ms. Heisse was heading in my direction as soon as I noticed her. I immediately packed the items that I had carelessly let go of and were strewn about my apartment.

I stoop down and quickly gather it all up. Ms. Heisse also bends down to help, handing me my Spanish book and saying, "You seem quite off today, Alex. Did something happen?"

I couldn't even look her in the eyes as I shook my head. Since then, Ms. Heisse has been very kind to me, and I don't want to be a burden to her. When I'm not paying attention in class, she's always concerned about me, like good teachers are. She also has a keen sense of when something is bothering me.

The pen shone again, and I grabbed it and stuffed it inside my bag. It's a good thing Ms. Heisse didn't notice. I stood up and thanked her and said my goodbyes as I finished gathering my belongings and stuffing them into my bag.

I went to the restroom and shut the door after walking down the hall. I take the pen from my bag, circle it, and stare at it for a few seconds. "Weird, it shone a while ago." I dumped it in a trash can, wiped my hands, and went to the last subject.

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Because Sir Smith was not present, we were instructed to report to our clubs because he had not left any chores or assignments. Penny and I went to our lockers to retrieve the goods and materials we purchased at the antique store and brought them to the theater club.

When we got to the drama club, we distributed the materials to the other teams. Everyone appears to be preoccupied with the forthcoming event, which is a major day for the club.

"Alexia, since you are good at designs, I would like you to do the sketches for the patterns," Nicholas says as he offers me the bond papers.

He recently saw my fairy sketch and has decided to give me a major part in the club. "Sure..." I chuckle as I accept the bond paperwork and request a clipboard.

I look for a quiet spot to begin sketching. I sat in the corner, opened my bag, and took a pen from inside. When I finally felt the pen, I took it out, and to my amazement, it was the pen that I had thrown in the bin.

I became terrified and screamed, startling the entire group. They locked their gaze on me, and I laughed nervously, "There was a rat that ran over my feet and it just surprised me, that's all."

They returned to their jobs after that.

I swear I dumped this pen in the bin before History class, so how did it get up inside my bag? Things are becoming increasingly strange.

"I'll deal with you later," I told myself, "but first, I'll start sketching the patterns." I stow the pen in my bag and get to work on the outline.

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I finished the sketches about 5:00 p.m. and gave them over to Nicholas. He complimented me on my wonderful designs, which made me flush. Except for mama, papa, Atty, and Penny, no one congratulated me for doing what I enjoy, which is the arts.

He said, scratching the back of his neck, "I Ummm...want to walk home together?"

When he inquired, I was taken aback and rolled my eyes to the side. I don't want to upset his feelings, so I politely decline his offer. I answered, "Some other time, Nicholas."

He smiled and answered, "Sure, some other time."

I waved at him and rushed over to Penny to assist her with her belongings.

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Grandma Alice greeted Penny and me as soon as we arrived at her house. Grandma Alice invites me to supper with her and her family. Well, Penny is the only family that Grandma Alice has, the same goes for Alice as well. I politely decline. I don't want Atticus to poison himself by eating his own food.

"I should leave now since I still have to make our dinner; see you tomorrow, Penny, and grandma Alice, I'll make it up to you next time; I'll eat all the cookies you'll bake," she said, smiling.

I gave them a wave and began running away.

Today has been much creepier and strange than yesterday. What is going on in my life?!

I pulled over to the side of the road and reached into my backpack for the pen. This object simply sparkled in the antique store, and now it's glistening in Science class...It appears like a conventional pen with a design of inscriptions on it.

I groan and tuck it into my pocket before continuing on my way down the street.

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When I arrived home and stepped inside, I discovered Atty working on his project in the living room. "Welcome home," he said, his focus fixed on his project. "You seem a little late; I assumed you were with Nicholas."

Why does he know about Nicholas' offer—they're buddies, after all.

"I decline his offer," I said.

To tell you the truth, I have no idea how to hold a decent conversation with other men. It makes me feel uneasy whenever I have a talk with them.

"Enough with Nicholas!" I grumbled as I walked upstairs to my room.

When I entered my room, I immediately dropped my bag. I took the book and the pen that I bought at the antique store.

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