The school was big, bigger than the castle. Laeddin dropped me off at the front of the school. "I'll be back to pick you up at two forty."I climbed out of the car. "Thanks. See you later." I watched him drive away. All my senses were heightened. New smells - weird smells - assaulted my nose. And there was so much noise. At the Seven Magics Academy, there were less that seventy-five students. Here it sounded like a flock of sea birds calling to each other. Hundreds of humans swarmed past. They went up the stairs and through the front door. I turned, trying not to wobble in my heels, and followed the brunt of them.Inside the school, the air became denser, probably from all the bodies. Straight ahead was an open area with hallways breaking off to both sides. Ahead there were two sets of double doors, with a staircase to the right of the doors. "Are you lost, honey?" A guy with short black hair and skin much darker than mine bounced in front of me. His face was friendly. Dark eyes spark
The school had A days and B days. On A days I was supposed to go to different classes than my B days. Each class was ninety minutes long with a thirty-five minute lunch - except Tuesdays. That was what they called a "short day," which meant school started at eight-thirty instead of seven-thirty. It was Monday, a B day, and according to the paper schedule I clutched in my hands, that meant I had Creative Writing, PE, something called Homeroom, Calculus, and history. On A days, I had accounting, Homeroom, chemistry, English, and Spanish. Sydney walked me around the school, taking me to the cafeteria, the auditorium, and the gymnasium. She even showed me where my locker was. "This isn't a bad spot." Sydney flipped her hair and turned around. She wore tight jeans, a long peach shirt that was see through and had a tie around the hips. Underneath was a white tank top. On her feet were gold ballet flats. She looked cute. But I noticed she wasn't nearly as friendly once we left the office.
It turned out Miss Riplinger was fun, just as Sydney said, but she was mostly flirty. She strutted around like a peacock on the prowl. The guys ate it up. The way she leaned over them, her V-neck top exposing cleavage. The girls giggled like they thought it was funny, but I got the feeling it actually irritated them. When I first went in, Miss Riplinger introduced me and had me take the only seat available, which was in the back. Then she continued with whatever she'd been saying before I interrupted. I spent the remainder of class playing catch up. Luckily the book they were discussing was Wuthering Heights. I read the story more than once, so I had that going for me. She asked us to pair up with a partner and answer some questions on a worksheet she passed out. The girl in front of me turned. Her hair was a honey brown and cropped short so that it curled around her ears. She had dark hazel eyes and a friendly face. "Want to do this together?""Sure," I replied, grateful. "I'm Abby
Gym class was easy after the show and tell with Abby and Sydney. Troy was also in class."Small world," he said, running by with another guy. "Yeah." He winked and I winked back. Mrs. Hadley blew her whistle. That meant we needed to gather around. I followed after Abby. At first, I worried she or Sydney would treat me differently. If anything, my tattoo seemed to have upped my coolness factor. When Mrs. Hadley called Sydney and Troy up to be the captains in a game of volleyball, Sydney picked me first. Troy seemed disappointed. "I wanted you, Jack." I felt my cheek heat up. "No you don't. Trust me. I don't know the first thing about this game.""What?" Sydney gave me an evil glare. "You'd better stay out of the way then." Coolness factor back to zero, I thought. Once teams were picked, we went to a net. The first set of people rotated in. That meant me. Troy was in the back serving. The ball went over the net and over my head and landed on the floor in front of another girl."T
Calculus was a joke. I had no idea what the teacher was talking about. He might as well have been speaking borkanese. I was beyond glad when class was over, even when the teacher had me stay after class so he could give me a syllabus and a book. The layout of the school was beginning to make more sense and I found my history class on my own. If there was a dash and a number after the room number that was the floor the class was on. So history was 127-4. That meant it was on the fourth floor. The bell rang as soon as I entered the room. Mr. Henry glanced up and did a double take. He stood, worry furrowing his brows. It was my grandpa. Professor Pops. But he told me he taught at Harvard. What was he doing here?I waved slightly before sliding into the first seat I found. "Jack. Jack. Over here." I glanced up enough to see Cam waving me over. I got up and went over, sitting in the seat next to Cam's. In front of me was a very bulky guy. He might have troll blood flowing through his ve
Laeddin waited for me exactly where he dropped me off several hours before. If I hadn't watched him drive away, I would've wondered if he ever left. As I started down the stairs Sydney fell into step beside me. "Hey, Jack. Sorry about Drake. He's such a jerk.""It's okay. Thanks again for all your help. I couldn't have made it through today without you."She waved a hand in front of her face. "Sure. Sure. So listen. A bunch of us are getting together tonight. Just a little party to start the week off right. Want to come?" She was bouncing on the tips of her toes.I glanced at Laeddin who was watching me."I'd love to. Thanks for the invite." I bounced on my toes. My first party. "Great. Here's the directions. Wear something warm." She went down the rest of the stairs. "And Jack?""Yeah?" I clutched the paper she gave me. "Is that your dad in the car over there?" She pointed at Laeddin. "Gah, no. He isn't my dad. He-he works for my mom and dad. He's staying with me until they can joi
I'd been walking for ten minutes. I wasn't winded and I could see fine in the dark, but I was tired of getting around on two legs. I wanted to fly. The thought shocked me. I always believed I'd be perfectly happy without my wings. Happier even. I shrugged the thought away. I needed to give myself more time to get used to life without them. I could do that. At the end of the road was the forest, the one I promised Laeddin and Pops I would stay out of. A quick glance at the map verified I was to go in though. I shouldn't be surprised. Sometimes Abrea and I did things the grown-ups told us not to do. Nothing too serious. It was the way of children, I guess, to rebel against the wisdom of time. But I got the feeling the directions weren't telling me to go in for some harmless, rebellious fun. Instead, Sydney and Drake were planning something. A jolt of anticipation shot through me. Bring it on, I thought. Stepping inside, I went stealthily forward knowing if there were really a part
I retracted my fangs and closed my mouth, holding my breath. Then sat. He rubbed his jaw and I heard the scratchiness from his unshaven beard. "Jasmine?" Laeddin really looked at me. "What is it?" He scooted closer. Even with me holding my breath, his scent still had me drooling. I covered my nose and my mouth, but that didn't help either. Standing, I ran to my room, and slammed the door. It was like I was five again and couldn't control myself. I knew I couldn't have his blood, but the fire burning in my throat didn't care. "Jasmine?" There was a knock on the door. "It's nothing. I'm fine." I could smell his blood through the door. "Can I come in?" His voice took on a softer tone."Nooooo." I ran to my bed and flung myself on it before grabbing a pillow and jamming it over my face. There was a lingering scent of my mother. Or maybe I only imagined that.Laeddin sighed but didn't walk away. "I'm opening the door," he said gently. He poked his head in. "Hey, tell me what's wron