Legacy In Fire (Book 1)

Pyro-Jade (Chap- 2)

"Three times in one week!" The lady said to me. "I think this is your new record, Miss Hawthorne." Her glasses balanced precariously on the bridge of her thin nose. I wondered if she could see if I broke them.

"No," I said as I shook my head, "I specifically remember coming in here four consecutive days one week." I jibed, "Monday to Thursday, gotta keep my Fridays open". I gave her a wink "You know what I mean"

I don't know how it was possible, but her face contorted into an even sterner picture; priceless.

I deadpanned, "I guess you don't."

"Miss Hawthorne, if I told you, of any person once, I've told you a thousand times that this is one of the most prestigious schools if not in the country, in its entirety, then in the state." She continued, giving me an ashen look that might've put many girls to shame in here; I was only humored. "And you have incessantly been breaking the rules." She stopped, as if waiting for my response. So I did oblige.

"I don't think that I should be coerced to go to class." I took up my pen and pointed it in her general direction, "Classes are to be of choice, not a prison sentence, ushered upon our heads, and by the way I can maintain your required GPA without going to any of these inept 'teachers'' class ". I sat there looking at her, feeling wholly smug.

"I wasn't talking about your absconding, that's per norm," she said, adjusting her glasses and a look of sympathy...or was it pity washed over her face.

"Jade", she placed her hands on her mahogany desk, her pale hand, stark against the dark wood. I found myself staring intently at it. "How the fire? I thought we confiscated all your flame-ignitable objects- your matches, your lighters- where are the others?"

"I-I don't have any, I d-didn't start the fire!" I was stuttering. Damn.

"Then the fire just inexplicably coalesced?" she chided, moving her head in minute shakes, "I think you're smarter than to think that I'd just believe you that easily"

"But I didn't-"

"Didn't set fire to the hand towels in the girls' restroom." She narrowed her eyes at me; a sight that made her look constipated. I would've laughed if my situation hadn't transgressed to being so sticky. "I know about your pyromania, dear." She gave me an assessing look, then said, "It is a serious disorder and I know you take your medication but if we have any future implications," her voice grew grave "we are going to have to take it to the board for reviewing, are we clear?"

I gave an imperceptible shake of the head.

"As day"

"Then we are done here and you can go to class"

I rose from the chair, and exited the little demon's office.