Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,6

is extra special. Your grandpa is actually in town reserving a nice restaurant for us to have dinner tonight. The three of us. It'll be a nice, luxurious dinner with some bomb dessert."

I snickered at her attempt to use our current lingo. "Thanks, Grandma!"

Glancing back down at the candle, I worried about the flame that was already growing in size. "Uh. Can I blow it now before the whole house catches on fire?"

"Make a wish before you do," Grandma urged.

I wanted to huff, but I decided to go along with it. She did get my favorite flavor of cake. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.

Please let me find a school that accepts me. Not these academies that hate every unique thing about me. Most importantly, let me find some friends. Just one friend...

Letting the air out in a stream of air, the rather large flame took a bit of blowing to put out. It finally did, but I did notice Grandma holding the fire extinguisher as back up.

That made me giggle. "That would be pretty funny to have on a card or calendar, Grandma."

"I'd be rich if I sold photographs of me posing with this fire extinguisher," she cheered. "But your grandad would never allow it. Got to figure out another career to pursue."

"Back to the bingo drawing board," I teased.

"You can win a lot at bingo!" she stressed.

"You haven't won in how many years? Ten? Twenty? I swear you've been on a losing streak since I was born," I emphasized.

"I'm working on it.' She blushed at my statement, knowing well it was true. "Finish your cake or you're leaving it behind."

"I can't leave this beauty behind!" I exclaimed. "It gotta be in my belly first."

Staring at the cake, I took a quick picture and looked to Grandma as she picked up the other plate that I'd discarded to the side.

"I can wash it."

"Nonsense. It's your birthday. You get a bit of special treatment today." Grandma winked. Staring at her with loving eyes, I whispered, “Thank you, Grandma. For putting up with everything."

She met my gaze and had a smile of her own. "Only two more years and you won't need to deal with school anymore, all right?"

Giving her a bob of my head in reply, I looked back at the cake and sliced a piece with my fork.

She's right. Soon, I'll graduate and can find a place willing to accept me. Hopefully, they don't play with fire.

Shattering Glass And Birthday Trouble

"Thanks, Grandma! Have fun at bingo!" I waved her goodbye with one hand as I opened the car door with the other.

"Alright. Have a good day." She grinned.

"I'll try." I winked and closed the door. Watching her drive off with the other bunch of cars that flooded the school parking lot, I let my shoulders sink in dread.

I wish I didn't have to be here today.

My school was basically in the middle of nowhere. No awesome restaurants or shops down the street. Unless you wanted to walk fifteen minutes down the single road to get to the diner and another fifteen to the main city, there wasn't anything worthy enough to do while skipping school.

The principal was watching me like a hawk, adding to the pressure of being at school and paying attention.

Even though I was a "trouble" student, I did review the material we would be learning the night before. That helped me in many ways, like being able to take a nap in the classes that bored me.

The amusing part was when they would wake me up and try to make it seem as though I didn't know what they were talking about. I think after the first two days of attempting to pick on me, the teacher understood I was gifted and knew my shit.

I had enough problems with my own peers. Didn't need the professor trying to add to the growing drama.

Fixing my backpack over my shoulder, I headed towards the school building. I really had to ask my grandparents if I could grab a pair of earphones. That would be nice to have when walking through the busy halls.

No more hearing the usual small talk being interrupted by my entrance.

"Look, it's the possessed girl."

"Oh, the transfer. I heard she's crazy."

"Isn't this her twentieth school?"

"I heard it was her fiftieth."

"Jeez, why doesn't she get homeschooled or something?"

"Would be better than everyone knowing about how troublesome she is."

"Her grandparents had to beg the school to keep her."

"She practices voodoo magic and almost killed someone