Glass Magic

Chapter 8

        She kidnapped the time elite. One second she was giving me a stack of books that had my head hurt just thinking about reading them all, then she disappeared, reappearing in front of him with a grin and repeating the action, only, taking him with her. The elites went into chaos trying to find her while Miss H told me to go to my room. With all the books.

     Which lead to six trips between the library and my room until they were all piled in the corner I had cleaned of glass. With a sigh, my shoulders sagged as I looked around at all the glass... Everywhere. I hope I don't have to make cleaning this much glass a habit. Rolling up my sleeves I straightened my back and grabbed the large barrel I had found outside my room.

      Hours of sweeping and cleaning the broken and not so broken glass and the barrel was full and I was only halfway done. Groaning loudly I flopped on my bed as my body had already hurt so very much and this was supposed to be free time, which meant sleeping. And the grumbling in my stomach was so strong I was feeling so sick I wasn't even hungry. Have you ever been so hungry you're not?

     That was where I was at and thinking about going to get food just made me feel even sicker, so, I tried to sleep it off.

       I woke up to the crunching of something and I found the small dragon I had made not even three days ago now the size of a large dog. Eating out of a knocked over barrel. That had taken me hours to fill. I let out a long and troubled moan of despair as I tried to get up but my room was spinning and I was suddenly laying against my pillow again.

     Shaking my head I tried slower this time, bile rising to the back of my throat as my legs trembled at the idea of getting up. I should have eaten. I don't know how but I managed to pull myself out of bed and to the dining hall, where I collapsed onto the nearest chair and shoveled the chalk like food down my throat.

     Chocking at how dry it was I started gulping down my water only to shift back to eating as though it was not so burnt I felt like I was going to gag at any second, only to down more water and return for round three. By round five my head was against the table as I coughed and chocked unable to eat the horrid food any more. Looking up with gloom I found I had hardly eaten even a quarter.

      What kind of blazen is that?! Looking around as I had barely dragged myself in before the usual stampede I watched the older students eat trying to learn just how they did it. They were using spoons and it looked as if it had been nothing but powder. Most had poured a small amount of water into it as well. 

     Crushing it with my fork I grabbed the spoon I hadn't thought to use and dumped some water on the now powder black substance. Mixing it I watched in horror as it got thicker, tar like really, before looking back at the older students to find most had scattered. Adding more water in hopes I had just not put enough I soon found out that it could get worse. The spoon was now apart of it. You lift the handle and you'd fully picked up all of the tar. And it was heavy.

     Taking a deep breath I attempted to eat it but it was still that same dry, burnt, flaky, chalk it had been before. So I finished my water and dumped the tray, abandoning the spoon in the trash as I went to class on sluggish feet. And a miracle happened. The teacher was on time. The one time I was not.

      I was scolded harshly, told that I would be caring back after bathing and study an extra hour. I wanted to cry at the idea. The same fast painful pace was used as knowledge was shoved down my throat at a rate that was impossible to keep up with. But the strangest thing happened in every class. Other than the teachers being on time. They gave out a lot of bottled drinks.

    I wasn't sure why but I took what I could get and shove them in my already overfilled bag as it tried to rip my shoulder off. It was hard to avoid the other students in the hall and getting to class on the tick of time only to get a headache so big I was starting to worry I was going to be worked to death. The day continued like that as I made ever attempt to actually eat today, which ended up in me throwing up my lunch, leaving me with nothing to barf up in my physical classes.

     Dinner was still so hard to eat but I got half of the charcoal down, I didn't try the water method again and just chocked down the crumbled remains of the poison they called food and completely finished the impossible cup of water for the first time. I did start drifting off in self study was managed to stay awake for the most part and read part of one of the many books I had been given by Vixen.

     I tried to stay in the shower for as long as possible but the water went cold in fifteen but I still stayed in five minutes after, which got some complaints from the other girls. Dragging my exhausted self back to Language I suffered an extra hour, making a mental note to never be late again before going to my room, where I passed out without even taking my shoes off.