But wherever I was, the sun was rising and there was no sign of any humans nearby for me to drink from.
I was too weak to tolerate direct sunlight for long. So I situated myself under a tree—a comfortable spot where I could wait for the day to pass.
Once night fell, I would leave this place and go home to the Carpathian Kingdom, which was where I would find the home of my heart—Karina.
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Elementals: Chapter One
The secretary fumbled through the stacks of papers on her desk, searching for my schedule. “Here it is.” She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. “I’m Mrs. Dopkin. Feel free to come to me if you have any questions.”
“Thanks.” I looked at the schedule, which had my name on the top, and listed my classes and their locations. “This can’t be right.” I held it closer, as if that would make it change. “It has me in all honors classes.”
She frowned and clicked around her computer. “Your schedule is correct,” she said. “Your homeroom teacher specifically requested that you be in the honors courses.”
“But I wasn’t in honors at my old school.”
“It doesn’t appear to be a mistake,” she said. “And the late bell’s about to ring, so if you need a schedule adjustment, come back at the end of the day so we can discuss it. You’re in Mr. Faulkner’s homeroom, in the library. Turn right out of the office and walk down the hall. You’ll see the library on the right. Go inside and head all the way to the back. Your homeroom is in the only door there. Be sure to hurry—you don’t want to be late.”
She returned to her computer, apparently done talking to me, so I thanked her for her help and left the office.
Kinsley High felt cold compared to my school in Georgia, and not just in the literal sense. Boxy tan lockers lined every wall, and the concrete floor was a strange mix of browns that reminded me of throw-up. The worst part was that there were no windows anywhere, and therefore a serious lack of sunlight.
I preferred the warm green carpets and open halls at my old school. Actually I preferred everything about my small Georgia town, especially the sprawling house and the peach tree farm I left behind. But I tried not to complain too much to my parents.
After all, I remembered the way my dad had bounced around the living room while telling us about his promotion to anchorman on the news station. It was his dream job, and he didn’t mind that the only position available was in Massachusetts. My mom had jumped on board with the plan to move, confident that her paintings would sell better in a town closer to a major city. My younger sister Becca had liked the idea of starting fresh, along with how the shopping in Boston apparently exceeded anything in our town in Georgia.
There had to be something about the move for me to like. Unfortunately, I had yet to find it.
I didn’t realize I’d arrived at the library until the double doors were in front of me. At least I’d found it without getting lost.
I walked inside the library, pleased to find it was nothing like the rest of the school. The golden carpet and wooden walls were warm and welcoming, and the upstairs even had windows. I yearned to run toward the sunlight, but the late bell had already rung, so I headed to the back of the library. Hopefully being new would give me a free pass on being late.
Just as the secretary had said, there was only one door. But with it’s ancient peeling wood, it looked like it led to a storage room, not a classroom. And there was no glass panel, so I couldn’t peek inside. I had to assume this was it.
I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, my hand trembling. It’s your first day, I reminded myself. No one’s going to blame you for being late on your first day.
I opened the door, halfway expecting it to be a closet full of old books or brooms. But it wasn’t a closet.
It was a classroom.
Everyone stared at me, and I looked to the front of the room, where a tall, lanky man in a tweed suit stood next to a blackboard covered with the morning announcements. His gray hair shined under the light, and his wrinkled skin and warm smile reminded me more of a grandfather than a teacher.
He cleared his throat and rolled a piece of chalk in his palm. “You must be Nicole Cassidy,” he said.
“Yeah.” I nodded and looked around at the other students. There were about thirty of them, and there seemed to be an invisible line going down the middle of the room, dividing them in half. The students near the door wore jeans and sweatshirts, but the ones closer to the wall looked like they were dressed for a fashion show instead of school.
“It’s nice to meet you Nicole.” The teacher sounded sincere, like he was meeting a new friend instead of a student. “Welcome to our homeroom. I’m Mr. Faulkner, but please call me Darius.” He turned to the chalkboard, lifted his hand, and waved it from one side to the other. “You probably weren’t expecting everything to look so normal, but we have to be careful. As I’m sure you know, we can’t risk letting anyone else know what goes on in here.”
Then the board shimmered—like sunlight glimmering off the ocean—and the morning announcements changed into different letters right in front of my eyes.
Elementals: Chapter Two
I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. What I’d just seen couldn’t have been real.
At least the board had stopped shimmering, although instead of the morning announcements, it was full of information about the meanings of different colors. I glanced at the other students, and while a few of them smiled, they were mostly unfazed. They just watched me, waiting for me to say something. Darius also stood calmly, waiting for my reaction.
“How did you do that?” I finally asked.
“It’s easy,” Darius said. “I used magic. Well, a task like that wouldn’t have been easy for you, since you’re only in your second year of studies, but given enough practice you’ll get the hang of it.” He motioned to a seat in the second row, next to a girl with chin-length mousy brown hair. “Please sit down, and we’ll resume class.”
I stared at him, not moving. “You used … magic,” I repeated, the word getting stuck in my throat. I looked around the room again, waiting for someone to laugh. This had to be a joke. After all, an owl hadn’t dropped a letter down my fireplace to let me know I’d been accepted into a special school, and I certainly hadn’t taken an enchanted train to get to Kinsley High. “Funny. Now tell me what you really did.”
“You mean you don’t know?” Darius’s
forehead crinkled.
“Is this a special studies homeroom?” I asked. “And I somehow got put into one about … magic tricks?”
“It wasn’t a trick,” said an athletic boy in the center of the room. His sandy hair fell below his ears, and he leaned back in his seat, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. “Why use tricks when we can do the real thing?”
I stared at him blankly and backed towards the door. He couldn’t be serious. Because magic—real magic—didn’t exist. They must be playing a joke on me. Make fun of the new kid who hadn’t grown up in a town so close to Salem.
I wouldn’t fall for it. So I might as well play along.
“If that was magic, then where are your wands?” I held up a pretend wand, making a swooshing motion with my wrist.
Darius cleaned his glasses with the bottom of his sweater. “I’d assumed you’d already started your lessons at your previous school.” He frowned and placed his glasses back on. “From your reaction, I’m guessing that’s not the case. I apologize for startling you. Unfortunately, there’s no easy way to say this now, so I might as well be out with it.” He took a deep breath, and said, “We’re witches. You are, too. And regarding your question, we don’t use wands because real witches don’t need them. That’s an urban legend created by humans who felt safer believing that they couldn’t be harmed if there was no wand in sight.”
“You can’t be serious.” I laughed nervously and pulled at the sleeves of my sweater. “Even if witches did exist—which they don’t—I’m definitely not one of them.”
The only thing “magical” that had ever happened to me was how the ligament I tore in my knee while playing tennis last month had healed right after moving here. The doctor had said it was a medical miracle.
But that didn’t make it magic.
“I am completely serious,” Darius said. “We’re all witches, as are you. And this is a special studies homeroom—it’s for the witches in the school. Although of course the administration doesn’t know that.” He chuckled. “They just think it’s for highly gifted students. Now, please take a seat in the chair next to Kate, and I’ll explain more.”
I looked around the room, waiting for someone to end this joke. But the brown-haired girl who I assumed was Kate tucked her hair behind her ears and studied her hands. The athletic boy next to her watched me expectantly, and smiled when he caught me looking at him. A girl behind him glanced through her notes, and several other students shuffled in their seats.
My sweater felt suddenly constricting, and I swallowed away the urge to bolt out of there. This was a mistake, and I had to fix it. Now.
“I’m going to go back to the office to make sure they gave me the right schedule,” I said, pointing my thumb at the door. “They must have put me in the wrong homeroom. But have fun talking about…” I looked at the board again to remind myself what it said. “Energy colors and their meanings.”
They were completely out of their minds.
I hurried out of the classroom, feeling like I could breathe again once I was in the library lobby. No one else was around, and I sat in a chair to collect my thoughts. I would go back to the front office in a minute. For now, I browsed through my cell phone, wanting to see something familiar to remind myself that I wasn’t going crazy.
Looking through my friends recent photos made me miss home even more. My eyes filled with tears at the thought of them living their lives without me. It hadn’t been a week, and they’d already stopped texting me as often as usual. I was hundreds of miles away, and they were moving on, forgetting about me.
Not wanting anyone to see me crying, I wiped away the tears and switched my camera to front facing view to check my reflection. My eyes were slightly red, but not enough that anyone would notice. And my makeup was still intact.
I was about to put my phone away when I noticed something strange. The small scar above my left eyebrow—the one I’d gotten in fourth grade when I’d fallen on a playground—had disappeared. I brushed my index finger against the place where the indentation had been, expecting it to be a trick of the light. But the skin was soft and smooth.
As if the scar had never been there at all.
I dropped my hand down to my lap. Scars didn’t disappear overnight, just like torn ligaments didn’t repair themselves in days. And Darius had sounded so convinced that what he’d been saying was true. All of the students seemed to support what he was saying, too.
What if they actually believed what he was telling me? That magic did exist?
The thought was entertaining, but impossible. So I clicked out of the camera, put the phone back in my bag, and stood up. I had to get out of here. Maybe once I did, I would start thinking straight again.
“Nicole!” someone called from behind me. “Hold on a second.”
I let out a long breath and turned around. The brown-haired girl Darius had called Kate was jogging in my direction. She was shorter than I’d originally thought, and the splattering of freckles across her nose made her look the same age as my younger sister Becca, who was in eighth grade. But that was where the similarities between Kate and Becca ended. Because Kate was relatively plain looking, except for her eyes, which were a unique shade of bright, forest green.
“I know that sounded crazy in there,” she said once she reached me. She picked at the side of her thumbnail, and while I suspected she wanted me to tell her that it didn’t sound crazy, I couldn’t lie like that.
“Yeah. It did.” I shifted my feet, gripping the strap of my bag. “I know this is Massachusetts and witches are a part of the history here, so if you all believe in that stuff, that’s fine. But it’s not really my sort of thing.”
“Keep your voice down.” She scanned the area, but there was no one else in the library, so we were in the clear. “What Darius told you is real. How else would you explain what you saw in there, when he changed what was on the board?”
“A projector?” I shrugged. “Or maybe the board is a TV screen?”
“There’s no projector.” She held my gaze. “And the board isn’t a television screen, even though that would be cool.”
“Then I don’t know.” I glanced at the doors. “But magic wouldn’t be on my list of explanations. No offense or anything.”
“None taken,” she said in complete seriousness. “But you were put in our homeroom for a reason. You’re one of us. Think about it … do strange things ever happen to you or people around you? Things that have no logical explanation?”
I opened my mouth, ready to say no, but closed it. After all, two miraculous healings in a few days definitely counted as strange, although I wouldn’t go so far as to call it magic.
But wasn’t that the definition of a miracle—something that happened without any logical explanation, caused by something bigger than us? Something magical?
“It has.” Kate smiled, bouncing on her toes. “Hasn’t it?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, not wanting to tell her the specifics. It sounded crazy enough in my head—how would it sound when spoken out loud? “But I guess I’ll go back with you for now. Only because the secretary said she won’t adjust my schedule until the end of the day, anyway.”
She smiled and led the way back to the classroom. Everyone stared at me again when we entered, and I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as I took the empty chair next to her.
Darius nodded at us and waited for everyone to settle down. Once situated, I finally glanced around at the other students. The boy Darius had called Chris smiled at me, a girl with platinum hair filed her nails under the table, and the girl next to her looked like she was about to fall asleep. They were all typical high school students waiting for class to end.
But my eyes stopped at the end of the row on a guy with dark shaggy hair. His designer jeans and black leather jacket made him look like he’d come straight from a modeling shoot, and the casual way he leaned back in his chair exuded confidence and a carefree attitude. Then his gaze met mine, and goosebumps rose over
my skin. His eyes were a startling shade of burnt brown, and they were soft, but calculating. Like he was trying to figure me out.
Kate rested an elbow on the table and leaned closer to me. “Don’t even think about it,” she whispered, and I yanked my gaze away from his, my cheeks flushing at the realization that I’d been caught staring at him. “That’s Blake Carter. He’s been dating Danielle Emerson since last year. She’s the one to his left.”
Not wanting to stare again, I glanced at Danielle from the corner of my eye. Her chestnut hair was supermodel thick, her ocean blue eyes were so bright that I wondered if they were colored contacts, and her black v-neck shirt dropped as low as possible without being overly inappropriate for school.
Of course Blake had a girlfriend, and she was beautiful. I never stood a chance.
“As I said earlier, we’re going to review the energy colors and what they mean,” Darius said, interrupting my thoughts. “But before we begin, who can explain to Nicole how we use energy?”
I sunk down in my seat, hating that the attention had been brought back to me. Luckily, the athletic boy next to Kate who’d said the thing earlier about magic not being a trick raised his hand.
“Chris,” Darius called on him. “Go ahead.”
Chris pushed his hair off his forehead and faced me. His t-shirt featured an angry storm cloud holding a lighting bolt like a baseball bat, with “Trenton Thunder” written below it. It was goofy, and not a sports team that I’d ever heard of. But his boyish grin and rounded cheeks made him attractive in a cute way. Not in the same “stop what you’re doing because I’m walking in your direction” way as Blake, but he definitely would have gotten attention from the girls at my old school.
“There’s energy everywhere.” Chris moved his hands in a giant arc above his head to demonstrate. “Humans know that energy exists—they’ve harnessed it for electronics. The difference between us and humans is that we have the power to tap into energy and use it ourselves, and humans don’t.” He smiled at me, as if I was supposed to understand what he meant. “Make sense?”
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