Sorcery, rivalry, and unlikely friendships can be found on a daily basis at Saint Apollo's Academy for the Gifted. Three unlikely friends must find a way to put aside their differences and unite to stop a dark force threatening to destroy everything...
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Allison Marks hated the world. She so firmly believed this that her attitude towards everyone around her reflected that same hatred she felt inside. Her life sucked, her current situation sucked, the teachers and their classes sucked; everything just SUCKED. Her life couldn't get any suckier than it already was; She'd like to see it try...
Ally constantly found herself in a foul mood every minute of every day. Everyone around her kept their distance and gave her a wide berth whenever they walked past her in the hallways. It didn't bother her; she rather preferred it and wanted it kept that way.
All she wanted was to be left alone today, but apparently, the headmaster of Saint Apollo's wanted to ruin that for her—all because a particularly hateful someone chose to mess with her today. A big mistake that was.
Ally was currently slouched in one of the headmaster's leather chairs inside his office, her arms crossed over her chest as the two of them argued back and forth. Family discord, one could call it.
"Don't even get me started, Allison..." Anthony Marks rubbed a hand across his temples, a migraine already setting in.
"She deserved it; she called me names, thank you. That ingrate had it coming." Ally resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. She didn't need to be yelled at more than she already was.
"What have we worked on with you countless times? How to exert self-control. How many times do I have to repeat myself to you that violence is never the answer in any situation? Especially when it involves the Honeycomb's daughter. Now Cathy's parents are threatening to sue the school—sue me—because I can't seem to keep you in line."
Professor Marks paced back and forth behind his desk with arms crossed, looking more pissed than she'd ever seen him. Of course, this was a regular thing between them, but this time seemed different. Ally could tell by the look in his eyes as he paced in front of the tall windows in his office. The big ceiling-to-floor widows he was pacing in front of looked down into the grounds, where students were milling about, talking and laughing with their friends and playing catch with a Frisbee or a ball. Ally sure wasn't feeling so carefree and happy as they were at the moment.
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