[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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"Ready! One, two, three...pull!" Selen and I both tugged at my trunk to haul them over the front porch steps.
"What on earth have you got in there?" Selen huffed, as we pulled the trunk over one more step,"A dead body?"
"They are just clothes," I said, pausing for a second to catch my breath.
"Made of what gold?"
"It's not that bad" I argued, tightening my hold on the trunk's handle. Needing to defend myself even though I knew she was right.
"Oh no, it is worst."
"Is not!"
"Is"
"Not" I let go of the handle in frustration and turn around to face her. She does the same. Neither of us realized the trunk was balanced on the edge of the steps until we heard it loudly tumble down the steps.
"Awesome!" I fling my arms out in frustration. Half an hour worth of effort to get my luggage up the stairs completely wasted.
"At least it didn't pop open and spill all your clothes out"
Just as she finished her sentence, I heard a clicking sound.
"Lo and behold", I said as the trunk popped open scattering my clothes all over the dirty ground. Turning around slowly I fixed Selen with a murderous look. She raised her hands in surrender and then proceeded to make her way down the steps. Grunting in frustration, I stomped my feet behind her before following her lead.
It had taken me three hours to get my trunks locked. A task which was only successfully completed after I had begged one of my house maid's to sit on them. I let out a curse as I realize I would have to do it all over again.
Throwing in the last pair of clothes into the trunk, I eyed Selen while she struggled to push down the clothes to close the trunk.
"That won't work," I said, standing up and looking around for something heavy. "You will have to sit on it."
"Sit on it?"
"Yeah, but we need to find some additional weight too. You are not heavy enough"
"Uh...thank,..you...?"
The nicely mowed porch had nothing but dainty trees and flower plants pots lining the outer edges of the small garden. Walking over to the smallest looking plant which had nothing but leaves covering it's stems, I picked it up, "this will have to do."
