This is my first work. Though, this is not a chapterized story. It is a very short story. This is one of my projects in school in Algebra. it's a short story, i might add. It's very short.

She walked into an unfamiliar place and then, she was confronted by a man she doesn't even know.

I was walking on a large garden full of flowers and covered with smooth and well mowed grass. I was wearing this weird white free flowing dress. I don’t even know where I am. This is a very weird place. The weather was fair. The clouds were spreading and forming different shapes.

I found a little bench and I sat there. It seemed that I was there for a long time.

“Darla.” Said a gentlemanly voice.

“Yes?” I rubbed my eyes. A man sat beside me. He had a disheveled brown hair with hypnotizing eyes. He wore a white crisp shirt and black trousers.

“I am a friend, my dear.”

“What do you want?” I was scared now. I think I might be wandering off in a wrong place in wrong attire and with the wrong man. This is not what I want and need. My mom told me not to talk to strangers. But, this stranger held my gaze.

“I saw this afternoon. I think you were having a hard time with your Algebra class, honey. What’s wrong? Did you even learn something?” he said.

How dare he call me honey! He’s not my crush.

“Of course I learned something!” I nearly shouted. It echoed in the whole place. He though I wasn’t learning anything! Wow! Humiliation creeps through me.

“ Ms. Camacho taught us how to graph inequalities in one variable. She even taught us how to solve for them. There are a lot of different ways. She taught us how to use the number line properly and how to plot the points. She’s great.” I said. I don’t know why I am sharing this to Mr. Disheveled Hair.

“Oh. Didn’t you have a hard time? I saw you scratching your head. It was funny observing you.” He said. Then, he chuckled.

“Ouch. You shouldn’t have said that.” I said, offended. “It was a little bit hard. No…change that…it was easy and I didn’t have a hard time solving it. Honestly, I just got challenged by some of the equations but the rest was OK.” I said, laughing.

I am really irritated by this man! Does he really have to ask!

“Maybe because…there was a mosquito above my head and I am trying to get it off me.” I said, exasperated.

“OK! Maybe you should use anti-insects next time, love.” He said.

“You just need to study harder to get higher grades, OK? Don’t get distracted by other hobbies. Your only hobby must be math.” He said.

I feel really sleepy and I started to yawn.

“Maybe you should sleep.” He said. He wound his arms around my waist and held me to his chest. He hummed me a lullaby.

“Who are you?” I was mystified.

I drifted but then, before I closed my eyes, I heard something.

“I am your guardian angel and God needs an update.” He said while humming to me.

Then, I woke up to the present.

END.

The End