A fortnight had passed since the weird dream and I had long since forgotten the symbols, with them failing to turn up again. Alexander came back home with me one evening after school so we could help each other with homework.
Alexander was ... a handsome, agreeable guy. He had thick medium brown hair, brown trusting eyes, and a nice smile. I might have fancied him if I hadn't met Kieran in between moving here and meeting him. He had a kind personality, was always very thoughtful and often started talking about random but interesting things such as supernatural, asking me questions like "Do you believe in angels?" which I could never answer since I never spoke of Kieran to anyone.
So, that night we were struggling through Maths together, trying to solve algebraic equations which just seemed a jumbled mass of letters and numbers without much meaning at all, when Alexander suddenly spotted my diary peeking out from underneath my pillow.
"Ah-ha, what's that I see?" he asked, closing the maths textbook and jumping up.
"Hey you! That's my diary! You can't read that."
Alexander grinned mischievously. "And why not? Have you got a secret crush on someone?"
"No," I answered, blushing furiously.
"I think you do," he teased, grabbing my diary and sitting down on my bed to read it.
"Alex, don't," I protested, rising to my feet and going over to him.
He held me back with one hand. Damn, why did guys have to be so strong?
Alex opened the book up to one of the pages and pretended to start reading it aloud. "Today I met a whopping handsome guy called Alex." Alex looked up, grin broadening. "Aw, you shouldn't have," he said.
"Put it down!" I said, struggling against the one hand which lay as if resting against my tummy.
"He has the most gorgeous brown eyes and amazing personality that I have ever seen in a boy. I think he's the one."
"Alex!" I complained.
Suddenly, I shoved forwards with as much force as I could muster and Alex flew backwards, landing sprawled across my sheets. I fell on top of him.
"Nice position, eh?" he said, winking.
I got up and said "No" indignantly.
"Come on, bet you like me really."
"Go away," I muttered.
Alex sat up, still grinning and said "Come on Evee. You know I'm just kidding."
His eyes strayed to where my diary had fallen on the floor. Oddly, he stopped smiling. His eyes widened and a look of disbelief crossed his face. "No way!"
"What is it?" I muttered, still annoyed at him.
In a flash, Alex was kneeling beside the diary, looking at the strange symbols I had drawn two weeks ago.
He slowly looked up at me with an expression of confusion and ... fear. "Evee, did you write this?" he asked, his tone now very serious.
"Yeah, why? It was just some random thing I did without noticing."
Alex looked back down at the page, as if to make sure what he thought he was seeing was correct.
He looked back up at me and held my gaze with concerned brown eyes. His eyes usually reminded me of a puppy's but right this minute they contained all the gravity of a soldier coming to the house of the family of a fellow soldier to inform them of his death.
"Evee," he half-whispered, and there seemed to be something caught in his throat. "This is a warning."