The Power of the Twelve

Wait, Analie thought. It was the boy she saw at the park the other day. Analie learned his name was Astor, but she competely ignored him. As she walked through the hallways, she saw him again. This time only, he was holding a box, he looked nervous. A box? Analie questioned herself. She couldn't help staring at the box, it was a shiny gold box encrypted with foreign letters in blue. She was going to question him what was in the box when Andrew, a really annoying boy, snatched from him.