That night, I prepared dinner with Ivy, my best friend, for the Headmistress. And just to clarify this, I am no teachers' pet. I just want to show off my skills to the new cute newbie. I cooked the gravy, picked cranberries from the garden for the jam, mixed the stuffing and sliced the turkey. I spent a total of three hours work and effort. Today's meal was gonna be one of a kind, although it wasn't Thanksgiving.
"Whew, boy am I worned out!" I exclaimed to Ivy, who was resting on the couch after using her gift to grow cranberries.
"I know right," she heaved herself up, "I better go prepare the orange juice." Ivy dragged herself to the garden.
I, myself, just took a little break. Someone else was in charge of setting the table. Looking down at my somewhat dirty winter blue chore dress, I hurried upstairs to change into my pretty dining gown, this was a special occasion, I smiled.
Dinner began.
"Ooooh, is today special?" Drew, my arch nemesis, said. "Who made tonight's dinner?"
"Oh, I did." I smiled sweetly, flashing her a perfect smirk.
"So you did, " Drew rolled her eyes. "I don't think this food is safe to eat. " She said to her friends, Blair and Crimson.
"Hmph! Your mistake," I retorted.
My turkey turned out perfect, golden brown and a bit crispy on the sides. I noticed Drew's eyes smiled at Theo sweetly.
After finishing my serving of mash potatoes, my throat felt dry.
"Hmm, Raven is a bit late today." Observed Miss Gales, but shrugged and continued wolfing down her share of stuffing.
"Ivy, can you pass me the orang-" I began.
A sudden, alarming crash interrupted me. Orange juice, gravy, and mash potato created fireworks. My expensive gown was ruined and mash potato covered my hair.
"Wha-" I coughed, "what is going on?!"
"Miss Black! Are you okay?" Headmistress Fairfax exclaimed.
Apparently, Raven teleported through a black portal right above the dining table. Ruining my perfectly prepared dinner. Ugh, what a gargantuan mess.
She laid on the dining table, worn out and pale.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"Where are you hurt?" Questions filled the air. My totally ruined dinner plans were ignored.
"SILENCE!" The Headmistress yelled, then addressing Raven, "Are you hurt? What happened?"
Raven coughed, tried to get up but failed. She had no energy.
"The-cough- Institution-" She tried to get up, but fell back again.
"They- cough- finished-" She hacked and wheezed, twitching all over.
"They finished what?!" I snapped impatiently, crossing my hands.
"They finished-" She faced us, eyes rolling back, "what they started." She fainted.
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Academy of the Gifted: Book 1
FantasiTheo is your average 17 year old, and is also a abused foster child whose on the run. But when he stumbles across this mansion in the middle of nowhere, he realizes learns that he is not at all ordinary.
