Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,10
and blue eyes.
No, she had long orange-red hair that had immense volume in its perfect strands. Her eyes were a burning red, far too similar to mine, and she now had flaming antlers on her head, reminding me of a reindeer.
Slowly looking over my shoulder, I noticed Professor Daily was different as well. He wasn't his usual skinny self. He was a giant, or at least double his height, and was buff in size.
His hair no longer was its usual dull brown appearance but was long and in a ponytail. It was a vivid gold and the ends were like lit flames with bits of ember falling to the floor.
He had a tail that came out from his now-brown shorts, and it took me a second to realize he was shirtless. To me, he looked like a human-monkey-fire specimen, but those clearly didn't exist.
"Alice?" Principal Clover called to me.
I looked back at her, noticing her growing concern as she looked at me.
"Alice?"
"Flaming antlers?" I softly questioned back. Her eyes widened at my comment.
"What?"
"Since when was Professor Daily a flaming monkey?"
Now I was losing it. I had to be. Hallucinations or delusions? There had to be a logical explanation for my clear misguided vision.
"Fuck this bitch!"
I turned around by instinct, even if my gait was unsteady, to see Rick lifting a book to throw straight in my direction.
There was no way I'd avoid it if he fulfilled the action, and the shot of fear of the pain that would come from the thick book's impact ignited a shrill ringing in my head.
I closed my eyes shut, the ringing morphing into a high-pitched whistle.
Ow! Please...make the pain go away! Stop him from hurting me!
A split second passed where the world went silent, and as another second ticked by I heard a single crack. Opening my eyes, I noticed all the windows in the classroom crack in unison, and with a burst of wind that came out of nowhere, the glass shattered, making an ear-splitting noise.
Multiple students screamed, but my eyes were wide and focused on the beautiful work of art. The shards that flew inward and towards us didn't make me afraid in the slightest.
In fact, it felt...right. Like the window was suddenly on my side and had awakened to my need for help.
Rick went flying across the room, shards of glass cutting him all over. Students ducked for cover, leaving only me, Professor Daily, and Principal Clover standing.
I didn't budge, not because I couldn't but due to the lingering truth in my heart.
Those fragments of glass won't hurt me.
The shards stopped right in front of me, their movement pausing like someone pressed that button on a remote.
Narrowing my eyes, I saw the twinkling green and white glitter, and the strands of white that reminded me of an imaginary picture of what wind would appear like in a visible form.
The shards of glass that were aimed at me fell to the ground, but not a single one cut me. Glancing back up, I noticed Professor Daily's shock, but he also looked proud of me.
It left me in a bundle of uncertainty, and though his image was back to normal, I still saw the fire monkey side of him. My eyes began to grow heavy, and nausea, a pounding headache, and a sudden spike of heat ran through me.
My eyes rolled back, and I fell backward.
Happy birthday to me.
No Place Feels Like Home
She's far stronger than I expected.
Absolutely. She's special without a doubt. Have you contacted her grandparents?
Yes. They're on their way.
They really don't have a clue of her potential? They had no idea about her powers?
Not a clue. Looks like no one has brought why these incidents are happening to their attention.
Today's incident wasn't fire, though.
I realize.
You don't think...
No. I don't think. I know.
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Something cold brushed my forehead, and I stirred slightly. It felt nice when my body was far too hot for my own good.
Fevers weren't super common for me, but when I got them, it was like my body was melting.
Was this why today had gone drastically wrong? I wish Dad was here. He would sing to me and give me his full attention when I was sick. I miss him. Why can't he be here?
A hand pressed onto my cheek, something I remembered Dad used to do when I was sick like this. Lifting my hands to the cool touch on my cheek, I laid them on top of the solo hand.