Class was uneventful as they reviewed for the test they were about to take. Clark was writing out the current problem on the board when a loud smack made him jump, Mrs.Cole had just slapped a ruler on her desk.
"Boyle how many time have I told you, you write the answers on the left of the paper and you work on the right! I swear,"
Clark sighed as she began another one of her awful rants for no reason. He felt Shadow shift and then there was no longer a weight on his shoulders. He turned and watch Shadow lazily fly to Mrs.Cole's desk, a look of anger in her ruby eyes. Mrs.Cole was about to start yelling at the dragon as Shadow stopped in front of her. Suddenly a small ball of purple flames shot from Shadow mouth, causing the teacher to scream and stumble back. Thick black smoke rose from Shadow nostrils as she casually flew back to Clark, landing on his head.
"This is unacceptable! I will call the authorities for you having a violent monster."
The smoke grew denser as shadow sneered at the women, Clark kept a straight face.
"The law says hostile creatures, not sassy."
The teacher wanted to argue more but one of the other students reminded her of the test. She passed it out while glaring daggers at the two of them, soon to was all but forgotten as the students worked. Despite the review and the homework, Clark was forgetting many of the formulas for these equations. Luckily it was one of her rare multiple choice tests but even then he was nowhere close.
"A"
He looked up at the scaled creature on his head, remembering how to talk with his thoughts instead of out loud.
"Huh? Are you saying its A?"
"Yes, the answer is A"
Clark was puzzled but trusted Shadow so he circled A and moved on. This continued to happen, when Clark couldn't figure out a problem Shadow would tell him the answer. Soon he was done and handed the test to the teacher, Shadow was still crouched/laying down on his head. The rest of class flew by and Clark rushed out the room before Mrs.Cole could stop and lecture him. Shadow jumped from his head and flew beside him as he ran, her laughter echoing in his head.
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A Dragonic Friend
FantasyClark ran through the woods after his dog who had fun off for no reason. When he finally caught up he found what his dog was running after. A small dragon with a large wound. (first book in a small series)
