I flash a smile at Jace and enter class, the instructor glaring at us. He makes us sit seperate from eachother because of last time and I moan, parting with Jace to go to the opposite side of the room.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster