Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,27

right?" I said to myself, as I rescanned the letter until my eyes landed on the words I was supposed to recite.

"All things blazing of power and strength. I call to the depths of the flames beneath me and allow my soul to arrive where I truly belong. Summon my connector and grace me with the chance to walk upon a path that will lead to a magnificent future. Flame oh nado eleosha ro canda la ru? What kind of spell is-"

"Woof!"

I looked up to see Cyrus racing back to me like she'd been scared off by a creature. She hopped right into my lap and snuggled right against me, leaving me in complete confusion.

"Cyrus? What...is...ugh," I groaned at the swirling sensation that overtook me, and I slouched to the side and felt my body rest onto the bench.

I expected to fall unconscious, but instead, I was falling down, like that floating sensation I now recalled in the nurse's office. Memories of the rest of the information that was spoken between my grandma, Principal Clover, and my dad came flooding back to me.

What's going on?!

My drift wasn't long, and when I finally came to a stop, I was standing.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the vast land around me, and the single path that was ahead. Looking down to my hands, I noticed the envelope and letter was still in my hand while Cyrus was sitting on my feet, looking around with her curious eyes.

"Woof?" She looked at me with her cute eyes.

"I'm not sure where we are, Cyrus," I admitted and crouched down to pick her up. I would have let her explore, but I had no clue where this place was and didn't want to leave her.

"Out of all the people I get stuck with, it's the fainting girl."

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed a spectacular-looking man. He was 6'4" in height and wore a white uniform with orange trimming. At least it looked like orange trimming, but it was in a multi-shade, like the envelope I held that shifted from orange to gold, and finally red.

The man had long white hair that reached his waist and his gold eyes were magnificently beautiful. If only he didn't have the biggest scowl on his face, I would have thought of him as the perfect human being.

"Hold up. Fainting girl?! Who?" I looked around me to determine who this guy was talking about.

He rolled his eyes at my oblivious statement as he walked over to me. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he stopped in front of me, which I felt was only to tower over me in an attempt to belittle me.

"You. Always fainting like it's nobody’s business. I swear you're lucky Westley caught you. I couldn't care less, but I'm sure Chambers would be all mournful and would kill us."

"You're making no sense," I replied, but stood my ground. "And this whole towering business isn't going to work."

"You're a weak, fainting girl. You should try to acknowledge when you're overpowered."

"First off, I'm not weak. Second, I faint often because I have anemia and don't eat! Third, I'm nowhere near overpowered by the likes of you."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Aside from that mutt, you're nothing here."

I swear if he rolls his eyes at me one more time...

"Here? Where is here? Also, Cyrus is NOT a mutt. She's a loyal...uh...wolf-dog..panion! Yes. She's mine, and I don't like you insulting her," I fought back.

"WOOF! Grrr!" I had to hold Cyrus back from attacking him.

"Hmph. Pathetic," he grumbled.

I glared him, feeling the need to put some common sense in his brain. I may be a girl, but I could certainly pack a punch. Or kick.

"Why don't you tell me where I am instead of insulting everything about me?"

His eyes rolled, yet again.

"Figure it out, stup-OMPH!"

He fell to the ground, clutching where I'd just gave him the Blazing Alice Secret Move.

A.k.a kicking him in the balls.

"I'm not stupid. I'm a sixteen-year-old with a 4.0 GPA, and at least I can take a kick or two. Strengthen that pair of yours before you talk big, Angelic Asshole! Hmph!"

Spinning around, I decided to figure things out myself. With Cyrus in tow, I headed towards the single path.

It was five solid minutes before I heard following footsteps, and I looked over to see the now extremely grumpy guy with gold eyes.

"Stop following me, Angelic Asshole!"

"Stop calling me that, Fainting Ball Kicker!"

"You can't tell me to stop when you're calling me names! Never. That's your