Pinehurst: A Magical Olympian Adventure-Young Adult Romantic Adventure/Fantasy Novel by Nicole Grane Page B
Authors: Nicole Grane
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smiled to myself, savoring the sweet taste of victory . . .
Mr. Reynolds called the class back to order and we spent the remainder working in silence.
I was quick to dash out when the bell rang. I didn’t need another confrontation with Stacy. The temptation to mess with her was too great. But funnier than that, was her desperate attempt to prove that I’d screwed with her. The whole class had looked at her as if she’d flipped her lid.
I rushed across campus to my next class, Fundamentals in magic. Why the heck did all my classes have to be so flippin’ far apart? I was totally out of breath by the time I reached the door—very unattractive.
I slunk into class just as the bell rang, and took the chair beside Iris. Luckily, Ms. Powell was nowhere to be seen.
Iris groaned as she read the overview on the board for today’s lesson. “I really stink at fire charms. Why must we keep reviewing them?”
“Hello . . . because you stink at them,” I pointed out the obvious.
She gave me a sideways glance. “Why do you look so keyed up?”
“I’m not keyed up,” I said defensively. I fidgeted in my chair. I was totally keyed up.
Iris frowned but let it go.
“Mr. Brown, you should not be milling around the room, please take your seat.” Ms. Powell had returned with her notebook and a large box.
“Now class, I have a special treat for you.” Ms. Powell had an annoying habit of talking to us like we were kindergartners. It was only day two of being subjected to her more than cheery disposition, but already my stomach churned. By the look on the faces around me, I wasn’t the only one feeling sick.
Chocolate cupcakes? I thought.
“ Chocolate cupcakes !” She pulled one out of the box. “ With sprinkles !” The faces around me perked up.
I stared at her momentarily stunned. How did I know she had chocolate cupcakes in that box?
“Today, as I’m sure none of you know—”
“Is your birthday?” I murmured. I looked up from the drawing I’d been doodling. The whole class was staring at me. If I could have stepped out of my body, I’d have stared too. How in the world did I know that? She hadn’t said yes, but I’d bet the dress I wore that it was her birthday. I smiled flatly.
“Y . . . yes Miss Hollyander. It is my birthday. How ever did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” I offered. “I figured cupcakes and birthdays went hand and hand.” Feeling the awkward stares still on me, I added, “that and the birthday card on your desk.” Birthday card? How did I know there was a birthday card on her desk? I hadn’t even looked at her desk.
Ms. Powell looked over at her desk and giggled. “Oh yes, that probably did give me away.” She looked embarrassed. And with that, I was forgotten. She proceeded to explain today’s lesson: Lighting a candle.
I sunk back into my chair and watched the rest of the students try to light their candles. What was going on with me?
“I hate this!” Iris snapped. It was the first time I’d actually heard her sound angry. “What’s the matter with you? You're not even trying? I thought you said you could do this stuff?”
“What? Oh.” I’d been so pre-occupied with how I’d known about Ms. Powell’s birthday that I forgot about our assignment. “I waved my hand over the candle and murmured “ Floga ” under my breath. The candle lit up.
Iris stared in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.
“Sorry.” I shrugged, offering her a small smile. It was the truth. A Floga charm was one of the easiest spells I knew. I’d taken it for granted that everyone could do it. I hated it that Iris had such a hard time of it.
A few chairs down, a boy managed to blow up his cupcake instead of lighting it. Traces of chocolate clung to his hair and face.
“Poor James,” Iris said sympathetically.
I rolled my eyes. “ That is exactly why we’re being punished and not allowed to do magic outside of class, Iris. It’s morons like that—”
“Well done, Miss
Mr. Reynolds called the class back to order and we spent the remainder working in silence.
I was quick to dash out when the bell rang. I didn’t need another confrontation with Stacy. The temptation to mess with her was too great. But funnier than that, was her desperate attempt to prove that I’d screwed with her. The whole class had looked at her as if she’d flipped her lid.
I rushed across campus to my next class, Fundamentals in magic. Why the heck did all my classes have to be so flippin’ far apart? I was totally out of breath by the time I reached the door—very unattractive.
I slunk into class just as the bell rang, and took the chair beside Iris. Luckily, Ms. Powell was nowhere to be seen.
Iris groaned as she read the overview on the board for today’s lesson. “I really stink at fire charms. Why must we keep reviewing them?”
“Hello . . . because you stink at them,” I pointed out the obvious.
She gave me a sideways glance. “Why do you look so keyed up?”
“I’m not keyed up,” I said defensively. I fidgeted in my chair. I was totally keyed up.
Iris frowned but let it go.
“Mr. Brown, you should not be milling around the room, please take your seat.” Ms. Powell had returned with her notebook and a large box.
“Now class, I have a special treat for you.” Ms. Powell had an annoying habit of talking to us like we were kindergartners. It was only day two of being subjected to her more than cheery disposition, but already my stomach churned. By the look on the faces around me, I wasn’t the only one feeling sick.
Chocolate cupcakes? I thought.
“ Chocolate cupcakes !” She pulled one out of the box. “ With sprinkles !” The faces around me perked up.
I stared at her momentarily stunned. How did I know she had chocolate cupcakes in that box?
“Today, as I’m sure none of you know—”
“Is your birthday?” I murmured. I looked up from the drawing I’d been doodling. The whole class was staring at me. If I could have stepped out of my body, I’d have stared too. How in the world did I know that? She hadn’t said yes, but I’d bet the dress I wore that it was her birthday. I smiled flatly.
“Y . . . yes Miss Hollyander. It is my birthday. How ever did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” I offered. “I figured cupcakes and birthdays went hand and hand.” Feeling the awkward stares still on me, I added, “that and the birthday card on your desk.” Birthday card? How did I know there was a birthday card on her desk? I hadn’t even looked at her desk.
Ms. Powell looked over at her desk and giggled. “Oh yes, that probably did give me away.” She looked embarrassed. And with that, I was forgotten. She proceeded to explain today’s lesson: Lighting a candle.
I sunk back into my chair and watched the rest of the students try to light their candles. What was going on with me?
“I hate this!” Iris snapped. It was the first time I’d actually heard her sound angry. “What’s the matter with you? You're not even trying? I thought you said you could do this stuff?”
“What? Oh.” I’d been so pre-occupied with how I’d known about Ms. Powell’s birthday that I forgot about our assignment. “I waved my hand over the candle and murmured “ Floga ” under my breath. The candle lit up.
Iris stared in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.
“Sorry.” I shrugged, offering her a small smile. It was the truth. A Floga charm was one of the easiest spells I knew. I’d taken it for granted that everyone could do it. I hated it that Iris had such a hard time of it.
A few chairs down, a boy managed to blow up his cupcake instead of lighting it. Traces of chocolate clung to his hair and face.
“Poor James,” Iris said sympathetically.
I rolled my eyes. “ That is exactly why we’re being punished and not allowed to do magic outside of class, Iris. It’s morons like that—”
“Well done, Miss
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