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outside. “She’s new. She’s scared—”
“That’s no excuse,” Owen cuts her off. “You were helping her! No, she’s annoying, and I don’t like her.”
I hang back to hear what more they have to say about me, shame burning my insides.
“You don’t even know her,” Bri retorts. “It’ll get better once she’s more used to this place.” Owen chortles in derision, and she adds, “For once, try to put yourself in someone else’s shoes!”
Before they can get into a full-blown fight, I walk out of the classroom.
“Sorry for making you wait,” I whisper, avoiding their eyes.
“How was your first class?” Bri asks as if nothing was wrong.
We head up a narrow staircase tucked away in a corner, and Owen hurries ahead of us without waiting.
“Don’t worry about him,” Bri says. “Or about Boris. He’s not so bad, as long as you do what he says.”
Jack coughs lightly, as if afraid to disagree openly with her.
“Well, he
is
rather bad,” Bri says, and before Jack can cough again, she adds, “and I really hate his class, but I’ll still help you.”
This time, Jack coughs so forcefully that Bri glares at him. “Actually, Jack here will help you out since he’s so eager to help and has the top grades. Besides”—she turns to me with a bright smile—“you can always ask Arthur, since you’re his sister.”
However unlikely it is that’s ever going to happen, I just smile back, concentrating instead on not destroying my budding friendship with Bri and proving Owen wrong.
We sprint together to the other side of the building and skid to a stop across the way from wrought-iron doors that guard a library.
“This place is huge,” I say, admiring through the gaps the rows upon rows of bookshelves bursting with volumes and scrolls.
“Trust me, you’ll get sick of it soon enough,” Bri says. “Now come on, we’ve got to go in for our hour of doom lore. History,” she adds, when she sees my questioning look. “You’ll see when you hear Lincoln talk.”
I follow her into a wide auditorium where a short, energetic man greets us. “Come in and have a seat,” he says, making a sweeping gesture with his one and only arm.
I find a spot close to Keva this time, who doesn’t seem too pleased at the sight of me.
“Now that everyone’s here,” Sir Lincoln says, “let us resume where we last left off.” He jumps onto his podium, sending his full head of white hair quivering. “You all know how humans hadto live under the heavy yoke of the Fey, those lost angels who got caught on Earth after the last battle between Heaven and Hell.”
I spy Bri yawning profoundly in the back, but the professor doesn’t seem to notice.
“We also covered the terrible wars that we were forced to undertake,” Sir Lincoln continues, striding along his dais, “all because of their little games. As if we were nothing more than pawns.
“Look at Troy. A great, mighty city fallen because they refused to pay tribute to certain of the Fey. Roman times were not much better, and by then, Carman’s influence was so great that even our own morals and standards of conduct started to degenerate.”
Baffled, I pause over my blank page. My version of history wasn’t quite the same—at least there was no Spanish lady involved with the downfall of the Roman Empire. I hesitate for a second longer, then decide to risk it all and raise my hand.
“Yes, Miss…”
“Pendragon,” I say. “Who’s Carman? I thought Rome had been sacked by Visigoths?”
Sir Lincoln blinks at me owlishly while the class lets out a collective gasp. Then the teacher clears his throat.
“Anyone wish to answer Miss Pendragon?” he asks.
Keva’s hand shoots up, and she immediately begins reciting, “An angel whose soul was so tainted by evil she should have gone to Hell. But the Archangel Michael missed her in his cleanup, so she got to continue her business here on Earth, bringing chaos and destruction
“That’s no excuse,” Owen cuts her off. “You were helping her! No, she’s annoying, and I don’t like her.”
I hang back to hear what more they have to say about me, shame burning my insides.
“You don’t even know her,” Bri retorts. “It’ll get better once she’s more used to this place.” Owen chortles in derision, and she adds, “For once, try to put yourself in someone else’s shoes!”
Before they can get into a full-blown fight, I walk out of the classroom.
“Sorry for making you wait,” I whisper, avoiding their eyes.
“How was your first class?” Bri asks as if nothing was wrong.
We head up a narrow staircase tucked away in a corner, and Owen hurries ahead of us without waiting.
“Don’t worry about him,” Bri says. “Or about Boris. He’s not so bad, as long as you do what he says.”
Jack coughs lightly, as if afraid to disagree openly with her.
“Well, he
is
rather bad,” Bri says, and before Jack can cough again, she adds, “and I really hate his class, but I’ll still help you.”
This time, Jack coughs so forcefully that Bri glares at him. “Actually, Jack here will help you out since he’s so eager to help and has the top grades. Besides”—she turns to me with a bright smile—“you can always ask Arthur, since you’re his sister.”
However unlikely it is that’s ever going to happen, I just smile back, concentrating instead on not destroying my budding friendship with Bri and proving Owen wrong.
We sprint together to the other side of the building and skid to a stop across the way from wrought-iron doors that guard a library.
“This place is huge,” I say, admiring through the gaps the rows upon rows of bookshelves bursting with volumes and scrolls.
“Trust me, you’ll get sick of it soon enough,” Bri says. “Now come on, we’ve got to go in for our hour of doom lore. History,” she adds, when she sees my questioning look. “You’ll see when you hear Lincoln talk.”
I follow her into a wide auditorium where a short, energetic man greets us. “Come in and have a seat,” he says, making a sweeping gesture with his one and only arm.
I find a spot close to Keva this time, who doesn’t seem too pleased at the sight of me.
“Now that everyone’s here,” Sir Lincoln says, “let us resume where we last left off.” He jumps onto his podium, sending his full head of white hair quivering. “You all know how humans hadto live under the heavy yoke of the Fey, those lost angels who got caught on Earth after the last battle between Heaven and Hell.”
I spy Bri yawning profoundly in the back, but the professor doesn’t seem to notice.
“We also covered the terrible wars that we were forced to undertake,” Sir Lincoln continues, striding along his dais, “all because of their little games. As if we were nothing more than pawns.
“Look at Troy. A great, mighty city fallen because they refused to pay tribute to certain of the Fey. Roman times were not much better, and by then, Carman’s influence was so great that even our own morals and standards of conduct started to degenerate.”
Baffled, I pause over my blank page. My version of history wasn’t quite the same—at least there was no Spanish lady involved with the downfall of the Roman Empire. I hesitate for a second longer, then decide to risk it all and raise my hand.
“Yes, Miss…”
“Pendragon,” I say. “Who’s Carman? I thought Rome had been sacked by Visigoths?”
Sir Lincoln blinks at me owlishly while the class lets out a collective gasp. Then the teacher clears his throat.
“Anyone wish to answer Miss Pendragon?” he asks.
Keva’s hand shoots up, and she immediately begins reciting, “An angel whose soul was so tainted by evil she should have gone to Hell. But the Archangel Michael missed her in his cleanup, so she got to continue her business here on Earth, bringing chaos and destruction
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