08-09-2007, 09:52 AM
Jakob woke with a start and looked at his clock. It was nine. He got up with a sigh, and thought about his dream. There was a sword, a glowing sword...and he was holding it.
He shrugged it off and got dressed. He looked at his calendar next, and wondered what his friends were doing at school. He had dropped out, and was regretting some parts of it, but knew that at least he could stay at school and the principal wouldn't be looking over his shoulder every day.
He started walking aimlessly, even though there was some time before he had to catch the bus. He made sure before he left, though, that the pack of cigarettes was in his pocket, and as he was walking, he kept his hand over his pocket at all times.