Reckless Magic Chapter Two and Three

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Chapter Two

My thoughts were preoccupied as I walked into class, not realizing that English had already started until I stumbled clumsily through the door. Not only was I starting school a week later than the other students, but I walked loudly into a class that had already started.... awesome. The teacher- a skinny bald man, dressed in a tasteful navy-blue suit and tie- looked up from a textbook and glared at me.

"Why do I even bother to start class when we're going to have all of these interruptions?" he said, still staring at me.

"Um, I'm sorry, I'm new," I replied guiltily, my face turning bright red once again.

"Obviously. Are you Eden?" he asked, speaking through his nose.

"Um, yes, Eden Matthews," I clarified, just to be sure, but obviously he knew that. I could barely contain my nerves. Usually a shy person, I hated having the attention on me, and at that moment, the entire class was staring, probably laughing, at me.

"Nobody's laughing at you," the teacher declared unexpectedly. "I'm Mr. Lambert. Welcome to Honors English. Please take a seat over there." He tried to smile and pointed to the back of the classroom where an empty desk sat between none other than the two boys I encountered earlier.... fantastic.

Although I was oddly reminded by Mr. Lambert that nobody was laughing at me, I still felt all eyes were on me as I walked quickly, head down, to my desk and slid in as quietly as I could. I glanced around the room and realized, thankfully, that no one was looking in my direction; well, no one except Kiran who was sitting directly to my left and staring openly at me. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it over my shoulder and in front of my face. I hoped to build a wall of tangled curls to separate me from this curious stranger.

I fumbled through my backpack looking for the same book that everyone else was holding but I suddenly found it hard to concentrate. My bag was full of books for every class and the covers all began to look the same. My vision blurred, I squinted to give myself a clearer view. I could hear the lecture, but it sounded far off, and I was beginning to feel dizzy. My breath became quick and shallow; I grabbed on to my desk with both hands, trying to find my bearings.

As if from everywhere around me, I started to feel a wave of heat overcome me. My skin began to prickle again as if I were going through a low dose of electroshock therapy and there was a high-pitched sound resonating in my ears. I could feel my head hit the ground as I slid back out of my desk and onto the floor.

"Good grief, I'm never going to get through this lecture," sighed a very exasperated voice, I wondered what a nasal-sounding man was doing in my bedroom while I was trying to sleep.

"What did you do? This kind of thing is strictly prohibited, Mr. Kendrick. I don't care who you are. You will obey your father's ordinances when you are in my class," the aggravated voice kept going on and on. I thought, "Just let me sleep!"

"I didn't do anything!" a familiar English accent defended himself. Where had I heard that voice before? "I don't know what happened to her, she just fell over!"

"Ms. Matthews, Ms. Matthews, can you hear me?" It was the annoying voice again. I could hear him, but I didn't want to; I wanted to go back to sleep.

Then it hit me. Oh no! I did it again. Well, I didn't know what I did again, but I was too afraid to open my eyes and find out. Strong, small hands gripped my shoulders and began to shake me roughly.

"Maybe you should slap her," a high-pitched girl's voice offered. That got my attention.

"What have I done now?" I groaned, closing my eyes even tighter. I refused to open them and assess the damage I just caused. I also refused to be slapped, I wasn't unconscious anymore.