She’s weird. Not like,
funny weird, like when Dad does that Star Wars thing with the pen, but ‘lady
with thirty cats’ weird. She smells odd, too, like dirt. I don’t like it here,
and I don’t like it with you being on the other side of the school. What if
something happens? We could skip next class.”
“No way. Dad would kill us. I’ll be fine, Hail.
Nobody is going to attack me, the darkness is quiet, and nobody suspects
anything. If something happens, I will stop time and come get you. Now don’t be
tardy.”
He nodded, regretfully, and hugged me before watching
me walk into my classroom. English was better because the class was small and I
knew I would actually learn stuff. The structure of English and Sudo were very
different. While Dad was very good at English grammar, he was much better at
teaching math and science. In FACS, I made lasagna, which impressed the pants
off my teacher, and shared it with Hail for lunch.
After lunch, I had history. I knew something was
wrong right off the bat when I walked into the classroom. For one thing, the
energy of the room was weird, but the more noticeable warning was the smell;
the teacher smelled like a graveyard. It wasn’t just dirt; there was rot on
her, too. She smiled kindly until she saw me and froze.
“Are you Ronez Yatunus?” she asked me, not friendly,
but not rudely either.
“Ron, yes.”
“I am Mrs. Sharp. Take a seat over there by the
window.”
As I made my way to the window, Drake entered the
room, dragging his bag behind him. He loved his bag so much that his abuse
could only mean he was really lethargic. On his way across the room, Mrs. Sharp
stopped him, put her hand on his shoulder, and leaned down to speak quietly to
him.
“How are you feeling today, Drake?”
“I’m okay.”
Except he obviously wasn’t.
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re back with us. Let me
know if you feel like you need to go lay down. I understand.” She let him go
and he took a seat behind me.
I turned to him and put my hand on his. He smiled
weakly at me, taking my gesture as friendship. I ran my magic through him and
shuddered at the sickness in him. Oddly, some of it was warm and some of it was
cold. If it made any sense, I would say that someone was taking his healthy
energy and the sickness was growing stronger.
I knew, for my family’s safety, I couldn’t heal him
all at once, but I wasn’t going to let him suffer any more than he had to. I
filled him with energy once again and let go. My energy would replace his
lethargy with health and hold back the sickness until I could do more.
Turning back to watch the teacher, I waited to feel
the weakness myself. Every time I healed someone, I felt their pain as if it
were my own… but it didn’t come. There was no weakness. I looked back at Drake,
just a quick glance. Although he seemed a little better, my power should have
had a much stronger effect on him.
As I listened to the teacher talk about the
holocaust, I learned everything I could about Mrs. Sharp. She knew her history
without a doubt and was a great storyteller. The details and descriptions made
it interesting enough to pay attention, but I was more concerned about her
mind. There were different depths of reading a person’s mind, just as some
people had very open minds and some minds were more difficult to read.
Hers was blocked.
It was obvious that some form of magic protected her
thoughts and while I was powerful enough to break down those defenses, I would
have been detected. Whatever she was, this called for stealth.
Science was uneventful. My teacher was most
definitely human and was quite possibly the most boring person in the world. He
droned on for what felt like hours and hours without a simple inflection in
voice or tone until I knew I could sleep through it. My conclusion was to
either shake things up or bring my pillow to school.
Hail was waiting impatiently for me to make my way
out of the classroom before eagerly
funny weird, like when Dad does that Star Wars thing with the pen, but ‘lady
with thirty cats’ weird. She smells odd, too, like dirt. I don’t like it here,
and I don’t like it with you being on the other side of the school. What if
something happens? We could skip next class.”
“No way. Dad would kill us. I’ll be fine, Hail.
Nobody is going to attack me, the darkness is quiet, and nobody suspects
anything. If something happens, I will stop time and come get you. Now don’t be
tardy.”
He nodded, regretfully, and hugged me before watching
me walk into my classroom. English was better because the class was small and I
knew I would actually learn stuff. The structure of English and Sudo were very
different. While Dad was very good at English grammar, he was much better at
teaching math and science. In FACS, I made lasagna, which impressed the pants
off my teacher, and shared it with Hail for lunch.
After lunch, I had history. I knew something was
wrong right off the bat when I walked into the classroom. For one thing, the
energy of the room was weird, but the more noticeable warning was the smell;
the teacher smelled like a graveyard. It wasn’t just dirt; there was rot on
her, too. She smiled kindly until she saw me and froze.
“Are you Ronez Yatunus?” she asked me, not friendly,
but not rudely either.
“Ron, yes.”
“I am Mrs. Sharp. Take a seat over there by the
window.”
As I made my way to the window, Drake entered the
room, dragging his bag behind him. He loved his bag so much that his abuse
could only mean he was really lethargic. On his way across the room, Mrs. Sharp
stopped him, put her hand on his shoulder, and leaned down to speak quietly to
him.
“How are you feeling today, Drake?”
“I’m okay.”
Except he obviously wasn’t.
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re back with us. Let me
know if you feel like you need to go lay down. I understand.” She let him go
and he took a seat behind me.
I turned to him and put my hand on his. He smiled
weakly at me, taking my gesture as friendship. I ran my magic through him and
shuddered at the sickness in him. Oddly, some of it was warm and some of it was
cold. If it made any sense, I would say that someone was taking his healthy
energy and the sickness was growing stronger.
I knew, for my family’s safety, I couldn’t heal him
all at once, but I wasn’t going to let him suffer any more than he had to. I
filled him with energy once again and let go. My energy would replace his
lethargy with health and hold back the sickness until I could do more.
Turning back to watch the teacher, I waited to feel
the weakness myself. Every time I healed someone, I felt their pain as if it
were my own… but it didn’t come. There was no weakness. I looked back at Drake,
just a quick glance. Although he seemed a little better, my power should have
had a much stronger effect on him.
As I listened to the teacher talk about the
holocaust, I learned everything I could about Mrs. Sharp. She knew her history
without a doubt and was a great storyteller. The details and descriptions made
it interesting enough to pay attention, but I was more concerned about her
mind. There were different depths of reading a person’s mind, just as some
people had very open minds and some minds were more difficult to read.
Hers was blocked.
It was obvious that some form of magic protected her
thoughts and while I was powerful enough to break down those defenses, I would
have been detected. Whatever she was, this called for stealth.
Science was uneventful. My teacher was most
definitely human and was quite possibly the most boring person in the world. He
droned on for what felt like hours and hours without a simple inflection in
voice or tone until I knew I could sleep through it. My conclusion was to
either shake things up or bring my pillow to school.
Hail was waiting impatiently for me to make my way
out of the classroom before eagerly
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