Elementally Chosen

1 - My Eeevil Principal

Note :
This is my first book ever and I am only 16 so please be free to give your opinions about it. Just don't be too hard on me if you don't like it. Just tell me what improvements to make. Or if you like it then please rate it or comment on it.

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I am tapping my foot, waiting for the old hag to be finished with it already. God, how much more long do I have to sit in this hard, wooden chair and listen to my principal, Mrs Quinn, lecture me in her unpleasant, nasal voice. Not even a week has passed this semester and I am already called three times over here; thanks to my enemy-rather-than-family step sister and my magic powers which I can't control. If I could, then I would have already taught my sissy-sis a wonderful lesson. Let's not get over there.

I look anywhere but at her fake, drenched-in-makeup face. Her office is big and luxurious (except for the chair I am currently sitting on). There is a long bookshelf with different types of books only for her- thick, spiral bound ones, the Bible, some novels, many thin fashion magazines (yes! frigging magazines) and some educational books (put the emphasis on some). There are some abstract paintings adorning the cream coloured walls and a big window behind her chair draped with rich brown curtains. Not knowing what else to do, I now stare at the mahogany desk which is strewn with crumpled papers, three big coffee mugs, a random pen or pencil, even a lipstick. I sigh.

"Azalea Brooks!"

My head snaps up at the mention of my full name. She called me by my frigging FULL name! I know this and she knows it too. Having caught my 100% attention she smirks at me, her layers of makeup cracking at the eye. Oh gross! Why does she even bother to cake her face in it. It isn't as if her wrinkled face looks less wrinkly. Her round face resembles a plump tomato while she glares at me. Her balloon body and ridiculous frilly dress seals the deal. My anger at her calling me Azalea forgotten, I now unsuccessfully try to suppress my laughter. It soon turns into loud stomach - aching laughter. She looks ugly+comical. Not a great combo.

"I look ugly and comical!" she thunders, her jaw clenched. Crap and double crap. Guess I said it out loud. She gives me a death glare with her beady black eyes and I know I have broken her thin line of patience. Oh shit! I am dead. Now she will give me detention and then my aunt will make my life hell when she knows it. Not to mention she will enjoy every single second of it. My confidence gone, I slightly tremble.

Mrs Quinn's dull brown hair are now strangely an obsidian black. How did I not notice that before? Her nails are even black painted....and long and pointy? This is not her normal preferred style. I blink twice and her eyes are now two shocking black holes. Her skin is now a smooth marble black with creepy red veins being seen under the layer. What in the holy hell! My heart stops and I am frozen. She smiles, revealing pincers- actual pincers! - and speaks with a scratchy, grating on your ears voice which I unbelievably hate even more than her previous one. What in the world is happening?

Her stubby nose extends and becomes pointy, so does her ears. She raises her now talon covered freaky hand and I open my mouth to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. As in literally stuck, not from my fear. She smiles an evil, knowing smile and my gut twists when I realize that it has something to do with her. Am I dreaming?

Her both hands are now cupped together, from which a dark swirling ball with smoky tendrils is forming. It looks as though chains of dark tendrils are weaving together, slowly growing from nut-sized to football sized. It is dark power which I have only seen in fiction movies. Didn't know it was real. I watch in horror as she releases it towards me, along with my death. My brain stops functioning just like when it happens when a person is shocked to the core. I don't know what takes over me- maybe survival instincts- , but I dive to my right at the last second, dodging the ball which breaks the frame of painting which was behind me. I sigh in relief but it is short-lasted as I see another ball of the smoky darkness being woven in her hands. I won't die without trying.

'Bring it on, witch!' I yell mentally to bring me some courage. That is how desperate I am now. I unbelievably and successfully dodge two more deadly balls which results in a broken bookshelf and the huge desk split in half instead of me. This is a live or die situation where my chances of living look close to zero. Sweat covers my face due to fear and exertion and my heart tries to jump from my chest as I try to focus on her and continue dodging. It's clear by now that she can form one ball at a time and I fear what will happen when she physically attacks me with her razor-like talons; which look like they can easily rip through even metal. Not long before that happens.

Now she has me cornered and I know it is over. I never imagined that I would die at the hands of this old crony. I sit there all helpless on the floor as she advances. "My, my. Looks like little flower Azalea has given up," she croons in her rusty voice. She has now done it. My temper is now way up the roof. All my overload of emotions I have experienced in the last hour- anger, hatred, fear, anxiety, apphrension and more anger- flip a switch inside me.

This time I don't try to fight it, I welcome my powers. Electricity flows through my body, charging me up like a live wire. I feel refreshed and alive in the feel of it and for the first time embrace it instead of denying it. It is different than the water power which I used last time in the beach. Thanks to the waves and crowd, no one noticed. It usually happens when I my emotions are strong. It is either water or lightning, you never know. I think my body chooses the power based on my instincts. I feel extremely happy as now my chances of living has increased.

Now having access to my power, I try to gather it into a ball like the hag. Amped up by my anger, it forms from a spark to a huge, sizzling brilliant blue raw power, not a ball(I don't know how to form one)of lightning in no time. I raise my hands at the horror - struck Mrs Quinn and release the pulsing and crackling energy at her.