Tears Of Fire

Chapter Eleven, Part One

I got dressed, brushed through my hair, brushed my teeth, and went out to find my class. I was there exactly 30 seconds before the teacher walked in. Werewolf History. What a nice thing to take a nap through. Especially this early in the morning. I was only half paying attention to what the teacher said. I was looking around the class for any familiar faces, none. There were about fifteen of us total, everyone seemed like they were forced to be here like me.

“I’m Mr. Mason as you all know. I’m saying this again because we do have a new student. Sapphire, would you like to come up to the front?” He asked. He seemed nice but what he was making me do was mean. I stood up and walked up to the front of the class. “Would you like to tell you a bit about yourself?” He asked it but I didn’t have a choice. I sighed and flicked my bangs out of my eyes.

“Well, my name is Sapphire Smith and my cousin is Seth.” I said, when it was obvious to Mr. Mason I wasn’t about to say much more, he spoke up.

“What about you’re past?” He was trying to kill me.

“I stay away from that but I was with the world council for two weeks. And well the rest is none of your business.” I said shortly and walked back to my seat. I zoned out the lesson and was glad that it was extracurricular and no homework was required, neither were any tests. I got up with the rest of the class and noticed only two of them head my way towards magic. Specially designed for werewolves. There were only four of us in the class, three of us from history and another kid who had a slightly flustered look about him. It wasn’t even a class really. It was fun. You could sit or stand where you wanted. There were two couches, a comfy carpet, and surprisingly even the walls were comfy. There were shelves filled with books and liquids and powders and gems. It smelled amazing. I was sitting on the carpet, leaning against a wall admiring the place while the others simply looked tired. A boy who looked no older than 25 came into the room with a tray of paper cups in one hand and a steaming cup in the other.

“Aha, I had this problem last year, you’re all half asleep, well except you...” He said looking at me. He set down the paper cups and handed them out. I smelled mine and took a tentative sip. It was chai tea and it tasted amazing. The boys each seemed to have gotten something different. We all mumbled our sincere thank-you. “Well, I’m Mr. Davis but I want you all to call me John because this is supposed to be a fun class so all the rules are different. We’re going to do introductions today then actually start tomorrow.” He sighed like he was as tired as the rest of us then continued by gesturing to me. I glared at him.

“Thought this was supposed to be fun.” I mumbled. “Well I’m Sapphire Smith, My cousin is Seth, I am a werewolf.” I said then I went back to sipping my tea, leaving everyone staring at me.

“Thank-you Sapphire. Your turn.” John said, gesturing to the boy next to me.

“Well I uh knew that about her cause I’m in her pack I just wasn’t there yesterday. My name is Paul; I’m in Riley’s pack with the short kid there.” He said pointing to me.

“Hey! I’m not that short, you’re all just really tall!” I said then went back to sipping my tea. Mr. Davis, err, John, gestured to the next boy.

“I’m Brendan; I’m part of the other pack.” He said.

“I’m Jeff! I’m in his pack well not his pack but the pack he’s in. I just changed like a month ago.” He said he was a hyper kid.

“Well thank-you. As you know this is magic. And it’s dangerous if you’re not careful...” John trailed off as he noticed me smiling and blushing a deep red. He raised an eyebrow and I shook my head. He went on to explain that magic was the same for everyone and everything just how you are able to use it is different. Before I knew it the class was over and I had to go to languages. I sat next to Jade and the only thing I really learned from the class was the teacher’s name. Turns out it was the start of a new semester and everyone had just switched classes. Most people already knew the teacher’s name though. Mr. Johnson. Again the class was introductions and nothing really happened. Jade and I spent the class passing notes about what we were going to wear tonight and when and where to meet the guys and who all was going. The class dragged on but like every class, it came to an end. I followed the flow of students to my next class. Magic, I had already been here done that. About ten of us entered Mr. Davis’, err, John’s class room. He smiled at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged. Once everyone got settled he handed me a piece of paper and a pencil and told me to draw what I thought magic would look like, it was due by the end of the hour. I started drawing the familiar lines of a person and I instantly relaxed and let the images in my mind flow onto the paper before me. In the end I ended up drawing a girl with long dark hair being blown back by the wind. She was holding her hands up and her face was looking right at you. She was stunningly gorgeous. There were odd clouds of glowing fog coming from her hands and spilling onto the ground. The birds above her looked alive and happy and you could tell that everything was at peace. I had split the page in two with a lightning bolt and had drawn the exact opposite. I drew a girl with short light hair and her face was tilted up, her hands at her sides. Everything around her was burning ash and she was the only living thing to be seen. And even the girl might not be living. I handed it to John as I went to leave.