Young Writers Society

Adora

I glance over to him once more in pity, shaking my head, before turning away again.

Blaze-
She gives me a look of pity, which just makes me even more angry. I swear again and punch the wall, breaking through the plaster. If there was one thing I couldn't take it was pity.

Kyra

A hand smashes through the wall near my door.

What the... I think. I walk outside ant see a pair of students.

"What are your names?" I ask.

"Adora." The girl says.

"Blaze..." The boy mumbled, pulling his fist out of the wall.

"I'm guessing you are fire students."

"Yup." Adora says.

I grab both of their arms and pull them towards the fire classroom.

"Oh Lia!" I say in a sing song voice, "Look who I found!"

I shove them into the classroom.

Blaze-
Some weird chick shoves us into a classroom after I punch the wall, calling Ms. Blake by her first name. Ms. Blake glances up, as if surprised to see us.
"Hello, Lia," I say, mimicing the lady's voice, "here we are!" I give a cheesy smile, then shake my wrist out.
"Got any ice?" I ask.

Lia Blake

Afterwards, I walked back to my classroom, feathers ruffled and ultimately ticked off. I mentally listed a few ways I could make her life miserable as I opened the door to my classroom again. I wonder if she'd evaporate like water if I boiled her up for long enough. How lovely would that be.

"Oh Lia!" a sweet voice called out, one that you'd expect the witch in Hansel and Gretel to have, "Look who I found!"

Adora and Blaze almost fall in and to top it off, Blaze threw an egoistic punch at a wall. I quirked my eyebrows up and wondered what happened to those two. Not to mention that blue haired witch that...

"Hello, Lia," Blaze said in a mocking, high pitched voice, "here we are!" He smiled coyly and stuck out his wrist.

"Got any ice?" he ask.

I squinted my eyes at him and said, "What? Oh no, I don't just happen to have a pack of ice in my purse today sorry. I can just burn off your hand and wrist though; save you from any future pain."

Blaze glared at me and Adora tried to hide a giggle with a cough. I sighed, and shook my head. That Kyra witch was getting to me.

"Uh, I meant, not with me, but the Nurse's office is just across the hall. She could have a look at your wrist. Adora, why don't you go with him? I think he'll need some moral support."

I shooed the two students out of the door again and called out, "Hurry back."

Blaze-
Moral support, what a joke! I think it would support my moral or whatever a lot better if Adora wasn't with.
"Maybe we should just ditch the rest of class for today," I suggest, "you could do whatever girls do and I could find some spraypaint."

Adora

I ignore him, arms crossed as we walk to the nurse's office, and make it well known that I don't want to do anything he suggests or anything anyone else suggests I do with him. But, of course, something about him makes his words a little harder to let fly.
"You actually think there's somewhere I could actually go?" I mutter.

Blaze-
"Sure," I say, "there's always some chick-flick showing at the movie theatre, or you could go and get your nails done."

Adora

I stop, the nurse's office to our left, and look at him.
"You're so stereotypical." I say. "Do I look like someone who cares what color their nails are or whether Channing Tatum ends up with Mandy Moore in a 'chick flick'? Seriously?"

Blaze-
I stare at her.
"One: yes, and two: who?" I ask.

Adora

I groan and roll my eyes, shaking my head at him as I lean against the wall.
"I am not like that." I growl. "That was my --"
I stop myself from saying it, forcing myself to look away.

Blaze-
"That was your what?" I ask, crossing my arms.

Adora

Shaking my head again, I take off down the hall, having decided that sitting awkwardly in the classroom with Ms. Blake would be better than having to explain.

Blaze-
"That was your what?" I call after her, but she doesn't answer. Sighing, I head into the nurse's office and get some ice for my hand.
"That was your what?" I ask when I get back to the classroom.

Adora

Blaze follows momentarily, sitting down, and I shake my head again at his question.
"It's none of your business. Leave it alone." I say.