Lone Warrior-Chapter 1: The Invitation-Continued (Again)

After we dropped Martina off at her house, Megan and I continued down Mcdonald Avenue. "How's fencing?" Megan asked.
"Good" I replied, "How about you and ballet?"
"Oh...it's okay..."
"Just okay? I thought you liked it?"
"I do."
We walked in silence for a while until suddenly Megan burted, "Look, Taledo, I 'm sorry i've been acting strange, it's just that I've been having these nightmares and stuff..."
"Nightmares?" I said, "What about?"
"They're always about this man..."
"Oh" I smirked, "A man!"
I nudged her in the ribs. Megan's face went red "No...it's nothing like that! He goes around attacking villages and burning them." Megan shivered at the mere prospect of fire.
"Burning them...is't that, I dunno...sort of 16th century?"
Megan didn't answer. When we reached her house, she went in with no more then a mumbled "Bye."
Usually she would cry at the topof her lungs, "Long goodbyes are not chivelrous!"
And then waltz towards the door, leaving me alone, and laughing my head off.