receding back. So, she had made two friends at this
school, but neither of them was in her next class. She sighed, staring at the
door with the black, gilded number 013 emblazoning its oxblood exterior. Time
to go to class, she thought wearily, before stepping forward and opening the
door to her third class.
“Out of my way, newbie,” she was
nearly shoved to the marble floor as Ruby pushed past her and took the last
seat in the back.
Seph glared daggers at her but
decided not to get into another fight with her. Ruby had obtained that seat
fair and square. They had no reason to quarrel. Seph was big enough to admit
that, unlike Ruby earlier. Back in HU, she had unfairly tried to take Seph ’ s seat. She would gracefully accept
her defeat and take a seat in the front, but in the far right corner, closest
to the door, quick escape route. She slid into the seat just as the bell rang,
announcing the commencement of third period classes, held by a teacher with a
mean streak.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Her new friends … Linda seemed nice
enough, down to earth. Then her boyfriend, Stefan… he seemed really different
from Linda, but then again, she didn ’ t
really know Linda that well. Linda obviously had a wild side to her that Seph
had not yet discovered. Rodney was funny and nice. Cute too. She just did not
see that much there. He was kind and all, but she saw no depth in him. He
seemed to use humor a lot, a regular comedian. Then again, she didn ’ t know him that well either.
“I see we have a new student today,
and I don ’ t think her mind is on task,” a
crisp voice cut through her milling thoughts, and Seph flushed a little at being
caught inattentive.
She looked up sharply to see a
pretty witch towering over her. Her olive-toned skin matched perfectly with her
black hair, which fell around her shoulders in loose curls. Her hazel eyes were
penetrating and sharp, like a hawk ’ s. She was an intimidating, tall
woman, becoming even taller as she neared Seph ’ s desk, which had to be right up front. Seph scoured
the minds around her, searching them to see if the teacher had asked a question
or something. Apparently she hadn ’ t. In fact, the long-haired, Asian
girl beside her was just as confused as she was at what task the teacher was
referring to. Then again, she had not been thinking about the class either. She
had been thinking about Francesca, and how bad she had looked in the infirmary.
She knew Francesca?
“Are you there, Miss Black?” The
teacher was snapping her back to reality, again.
Seph was getting the impression that
Madam Powers did not like her particularly. Well, Seph did not like Madam
Powers already. She looked at the teacher coolly, keeping her face carefully
blank.
“Yes?” She responded coolly, trying
hard to not snarl through her teeth at the irritating woman, her temper rising
hot and fierce in her chest.
“Miss Black, tell me, what did the
Amazon women do to themselves in order to shoot their arrows more accurately?”
She raised a carefully groomed eyebrow at Seph, awaiting the answer in a timely
fashion as her heel tapped like a woodpecker.
Tap, tap, tap. The teacher was thinking it clearly
in her mind, and she was also suspecting Seph of telepathic powers. This was
her little test of it. Well, Seph already knew that answer anyway. She had
studied the Amazons on the house computer at one point. It had been one of
those days where she just surfed through the Internet, hopping from site to
site, checking out whatever her random mind wanted to.
“They cut off their right breasts in
order to be able to pull the arrow back better,” she replied smartly, gazing
directly into the teacher ’ s eyes.
“And how do you know that, Miss Black?”
She asked with a sneer, and Seph wondered what on earth she had done to offend
this teacher.
“The Internet,” she responded
smoothly, and there were several chortles around the classroom, which the
teacher silenced with a single, sweeping
school, but neither of them was in her next class. She sighed, staring at the
door with the black, gilded number 013 emblazoning its oxblood exterior. Time
to go to class, she thought wearily, before stepping forward and opening the
door to her third class.
“Out of my way, newbie,” she was
nearly shoved to the marble floor as Ruby pushed past her and took the last
seat in the back.
Seph glared daggers at her but
decided not to get into another fight with her. Ruby had obtained that seat
fair and square. They had no reason to quarrel. Seph was big enough to admit
that, unlike Ruby earlier. Back in HU, she had unfairly tried to take Seph ’ s seat. She would gracefully accept
her defeat and take a seat in the front, but in the far right corner, closest
to the door, quick escape route. She slid into the seat just as the bell rang,
announcing the commencement of third period classes, held by a teacher with a
mean streak.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Her new friends … Linda seemed nice
enough, down to earth. Then her boyfriend, Stefan… he seemed really different
from Linda, but then again, she didn ’ t
really know Linda that well. Linda obviously had a wild side to her that Seph
had not yet discovered. Rodney was funny and nice. Cute too. She just did not
see that much there. He was kind and all, but she saw no depth in him. He
seemed to use humor a lot, a regular comedian. Then again, she didn ’ t know him that well either.
“I see we have a new student today,
and I don ’ t think her mind is on task,” a
crisp voice cut through her milling thoughts, and Seph flushed a little at being
caught inattentive.
She looked up sharply to see a
pretty witch towering over her. Her olive-toned skin matched perfectly with her
black hair, which fell around her shoulders in loose curls. Her hazel eyes were
penetrating and sharp, like a hawk ’ s. She was an intimidating, tall
woman, becoming even taller as she neared Seph ’ s desk, which had to be right up front. Seph scoured
the minds around her, searching them to see if the teacher had asked a question
or something. Apparently she hadn ’ t. In fact, the long-haired, Asian
girl beside her was just as confused as she was at what task the teacher was
referring to. Then again, she had not been thinking about the class either. She
had been thinking about Francesca, and how bad she had looked in the infirmary.
She knew Francesca?
“Are you there, Miss Black?” The
teacher was snapping her back to reality, again.
Seph was getting the impression that
Madam Powers did not like her particularly. Well, Seph did not like Madam
Powers already. She looked at the teacher coolly, keeping her face carefully
blank.
“Yes?” She responded coolly, trying
hard to not snarl through her teeth at the irritating woman, her temper rising
hot and fierce in her chest.
“Miss Black, tell me, what did the
Amazon women do to themselves in order to shoot their arrows more accurately?”
She raised a carefully groomed eyebrow at Seph, awaiting the answer in a timely
fashion as her heel tapped like a woodpecker.
Tap, tap, tap. The teacher was thinking it clearly
in her mind, and she was also suspecting Seph of telepathic powers. This was
her little test of it. Well, Seph already knew that answer anyway. She had
studied the Amazons on the house computer at one point. It had been one of
those days where she just surfed through the Internet, hopping from site to
site, checking out whatever her random mind wanted to.
“They cut off their right breasts in
order to be able to pull the arrow back better,” she replied smartly, gazing
directly into the teacher ’ s eyes.
“And how do you know that, Miss Black?”
She asked with a sneer, and Seph wondered what on earth she had done to offend
this teacher.
“The Internet,” she responded
smoothly, and there were several chortles around the classroom, which the
teacher silenced with a single, sweeping
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