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==Chapter 5 - Tombs and Treasures==
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Anton Vargheim IV sat, alone, at an inconspicuous table at the corner of the cafeteria during the lunch break, slowly consuming his meal. The other students chatted away, oblivious to the momentous event that had occurred just several days earlier.
Twelve-year-old Anton Vargheim IV was relaxing on a chair with a good book in hand. It was about a boy who had discovered a new element, and was on the run from criminals who wanted it<ref>Mayo, Simon. ''Itch - The Explosive Adventures of an Element Hunter''. London: Random House Children's UK, 2012. Print.</ref>. As he flipped through the novel, he heard his friend's voice calling him.▼
Deanna Troyson approached the boy as she exited the serving area.
"Hey, Anton!" she called, jovially, hoping to lift his spirits.
Anton attempted to drown his sorrows with his bottled water. It didn't work. "What is it, Deanna?"
"We're going on a trip to France during the summer holidays!"
"Mmm," Anton mumbled as he sipped his water, book in hand. A tear trickled down Anton's face. "That's nice." His eyes were now locked on the book, though he wasn't really reading anything.
"Aww, don't be so glum!" Deanna said. She sat down next to Anton and put her shoulder around him. Anton felt a little awkward.
"Look, I know it's sad, but crying and being miserable about it isn't going to help," she said.
"You don't know what it's like," Anton sobbed. "You never even knew your grandparents."
"True," Deanna replied, "but I do know how to deal with a death of someone close to me. Remember how I told you about my cat?"
"Yeah," Anton's eyes were now on Deanna. "She died before you moved to Howlgard."
"Yes," said Deanna. "I was really sad about it, but I learnt how to get over it."
"You knew she was going to die, Deanna. You had time to say your last goodbyes. Grandpa was all the way in Sunset Valley when he died. I...didn't have time. It was so sudden.
"My grandfather was my idol. He would play with me for hours on end when I was a toddler. But when Grandma died, he moved away. I never saw him alive again."
"It's okay," Deanna replied, but she was interrupted.
"No, it's ''not'' okay!" He shouted. The other students in the cafeteria turned and looked at him. Deanna flinched. But still, she persisted.
Anton glared at Deanna, then realised that he was overreacting. He sighed then looked down at the floor. A crowd had now gathered around Anton and Deanna. But no one dared to make fun of him or Deanna because they knew he was the Howlgardian President's son.
"I feel so guilty, knowing that I was never there to cheer him up, never there to laugh when he cracked a joke. I...failed him."
"Well," Deanna finally said. "To cheer ''you'' up, we want you to come to France with us. We know how you like to travel."
Anton looked at Deanna, his eyes sparkling with tears. He managed an emotional smile. He hugged Deanna. "That would be nice."
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''2 months later, Champs Les Sims, France.''
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"Anton!" shouted Deanna Troyson. "Come down here!"
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