Mixed—chapter eighteen: Stageplay
Juniper was struggling to stay awake, but as soon as Thorne closed his textbook she snapped awake.
Knowing that the time to leave was coming.
The doors opened and fifth years trailed in.
Juniper was struggling to stay awake, but as soon as Thorne closed his textbook she snapped awake.
Knowing that the time to leave was coming.
The doors opened and fifth years trailed in.
Kael’s head snapped back “find something funny about his name do you?”
Juniper burst out into giggles “but Jeremiah? Really?”
Living in the 20th century means everything is online. The way students complete their assignments is the way careers are shaped. Being a teen growing up in the digital age means that everything we know and love is online.
Chapter 2
Today it snowed for the first time this winter. We had classes but you woke up early, so of course I did too.
"Let's skip today," you said. "This day is too special to waste on classes."
A mesmerizing sunrise rose over The Shining City, bringing with it a mix of reds, oranges, blues, and purples to start the day. Spring was ending and summer was starting, and it was getting hot outside already.
“Let me tell you a story” his mother said
“Okay! What’s it called?” Neo asked impatiently
“The Little Prince of Everything Everywhere All at Once”
“Momma I’ve heard that one already!”
Kael on the other hand was glaring at that box of toads, wondering when it’d be opened. Juniper was taking notes— with even better handwriting than Kael. Which was unusual to say the least.
Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.
Juniper scowled “well. According to the schedule, for Magibeasts we have a new professor, and we’ll be learning about tremor toads”
Kael’s jaw dropped. He loved tremor toads.
Across the room, Professor Thale’s quill paused mid-scratch. Her green eyes flicked up, studying us from behind her lenses.
The hair on the back of my neck prickled.
Kael sat hunched over the desk, quill scratching furiously as he used detention for what it really was—time to finish an overdue assignment. I leaned back, arms crossed. I’d already finished mine days ago.