In which I learn more magic and build a
healthy social life
1st period: Charms, Miss. Leola Terrence.
From what I’ve heard, she goes by Miss. Leola.
Forget the Terrence. “Terrence”
comes from a name with no meaning. Supposedly,
“Miss Luella Skyflame? Ah,
there you are! And you’re sister
is Cimorene? It must be such an
honor.”
“Yes, quite,” I responded. Honored?
Far from it! Sure I look
up to my older sis, but honor?
Hold your horses!
Laugh out loud. “Horse,”
get it?
“Well then, hidey ho!” Ms.
Leola beamed brighter than the sun and all its glory.
I swallowed my laughter. “Let’s go, students. To the library!”
I stared at the instructor, giggles erupting like an out-of-control model
volcano at the science fair. She had
straight blond hair that flowed down her spine, but was still not as long as
mine. She was of an average height
with puny rectangular glasses and a broad smile.
She was about the same age and had the same personality as one of the
characters in the book I was reading. The
character was named May. Apparently
Leona Terrence is May’s twin.
I felt a paw on my shoulder, so I whirled around and saw a boy of an
average height with brown-blond hair. I
somehow recognized him as one of the cheetahs at the search party.
He only had his hand morphed and he quickly changed it back when I turned
around.
I gave him a can-I-help-you look and he said, “Hi, I’m John
Celerity.” He paused. “Um…
What’s your name?”
I raised one eyebrow and said, “Luella Rhian Skyflame.”
We continued to follow the teacher down the halls and for a minute
neither of us spoke.
Then, “Do you… Do you need something?”
He blushed and turned away, so I ignored him and caught up to Jennifer
and Scarlett. “I am not stalking
you,” I said slowly, squeezing between them. “I am just here because I am
lost, confused, and perplexed. Hi.”
They glanced at me and had a hoot for some reason. “We’re
working on a project for this class: you can join our group,” Jennifer told me
as we walked through a door-less doorway.
Ms. Leola pulled me aside and showed me around the library. You know, the
“fiction, nonfiction, biography, reference” sort of thing and soon I had
joined Jen’s group in the search for the history of the invisibility necklace,
the most well-known charm.
I was striding down the Nonfiction aisle
when I saw my sister’s name. I
pulled the book out and found was called Dr.
Rochester. It was the history of
one of the most important battles from 157 B.C.
It was about a man who discovered portals.
157 B.C.?
My sister wasn’t even alive then. I
shelved the book and continued my search, but with so much more on my mind.
“Is
there something you need to tell me?!” John
acted hurt. Was he really hurt?
I don’t know or care.
“Um…” He began timidly, “Can I have your sister’s autograph?
Or can she sign my book?”
My eyes dulled and I spun around and walked away, What
a dork. My sis isn’t even here!
She’s probably at NYU teaching fencing again.
I
heard John follow me, “PLEASE?” I
swiveled around with my fingers plastered in an “L” shape on my forehead.
“OK –” I mouthed loser, “– Does that answer your question?
What is my sister so famous about anyways?!”
Lying, I thought in my head, 157
B.C. Oh, c’mon!
“Welcome to magic!” He
breathed, “Get used to it! Your
sister was cursed the day she was born to –”
“Yes, yes I know!” I
spluttered. “It’s so amazing! O
M G! Awesome!
Whatever.” I felt like
slapping him, but it was not a big enough deal to do so.
I wandered into Potionography, 4th period.
Right before lunch. Just like
at school. It looked like a science
lab with rather modern looking stone cauldrons, one every five steps on the
three tables. I spotted Remberence
doing a sort of “secret handshake” thing with Dawn.
She saw me, grinned, and waved. Remberence
turned, but by then I was a mere meter away.
We stood there for ere long before the tardy “gong” rang.
We stopped socializing and glanced around for the teacher.
Supposedly his name was Mr. Zwi, but he was mainly called Mr. Z.
Instantly a man in his early twenties, tall, and with frazzled
dirty-blond came skipping in as if everything was under control.
To my surprise, everyone was staring at him as if he had two heads.
“Yes! Hello!
I am Mr. Z’s son, Mr. Z II!” The
man had a low pitched voice, but guffawed like a dog’s squeaky toy.
Dawn smacked her forehead loudly and sunk down onto a claw-foot stool
with a groan.
Mr. Z II hopped over to a large stone desk and said aloud, “Ooo,
strength potions! That’s very
advanced!”
David, on the next table down, snorted, “That was last period, Z 2.
The real Mr. Z teaches fourth graders, too.”
Everyone burst, full of joie de vivre laughter.
Z 2 grinned and said, “I… don’t really get it?
What’s so funny?”
The laughter stopped immediately and everyone shook their head or
glowered at the sub.
I grinned. ‘Work together to destroy the enemy!’ my face must’ve read because Remberence was smiling at me and nodding. All of the eighth moons exchanged blank faces, a sort of signal, I guessed to do something. Something funny. Dawn flicked out a cell and began to dial numbers. She waited, phone to her ear before Another girl turned hers on and answered the rings. They began to chat loudly as everyone stared at them. Suddenly everyone was doing something. People were flicking out cell phones and chatting. A few others joined me in gum smacking as David took to spit balls. A boy and girl began rapidly folding paper airplanes and soon we all took to playing tag. Underneath a table, Z 2 was yelling at the kids to calm down. I did an aerial and landed in a side split.
