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CHAPTER 1
Sophie walked up the glossy white stairs at Foxfire Academy. Her fiery red uniform popped against the white walls. She tried to hide behind her golden blonde hair but she still heard the whispers of level sixes who were rushing to their next class follow her.
Finally she found who she was looking for. "This better be worth being late!" Sophie said glaring into the boys ice blue eyes.
"Geez Foster calm down. I just had a quick question!"
"Yes?" She said angrily looking at the ground.
"Dex asked me to ask you-"
"Why couldn't Dex ask me?" She yelled. A few people turned their way so she went back to her hiding place.
"I don't know ask him! But back to what I was saying. He wants us all to come to his house to do matchmaker scroll stuff."
"But why-ugh never mind. I'll come." She said. She looked at the barren halls. "If Bronte kills me, it's your fault."
"Dex's fault." He corrected.
"Sure whatever. I'll see you later." She said. She ran down the hall to die of being late. Imagine that. 'R.I.P Sophie Elizabeth Foster-died from the wrath of Councilor Bronte' sure elves don't have gravestones but… "Sophie you are wasting your time!" She whispered to herself as she sprinted to the silver tower.
She ran into the room panting. "Sophie do you have an excuse for being late?"
"Umm…" Sophie's face reddened. "I was just-I-I lost track of time?" She said.
"That will work."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing." He said.
-A while later-
"Hey Sophie are you coming?" A boy with periwinkle eyes and strawberry blonde hair asked cheerfully.
"Yeah." She told Dex. "Why did you make Keefe ask me that?"
"Ask you what?"
"If I could come…" She said.
"Oh. I don't know."
"Okay…" She said. They went into the room and sat next to Keefe and Biana.
"Hey Sophie!" Keefe said.
"You should shut up." She whispered.
"Why-"
His words got cut of when he saw the angry-faced Lady Candace who was towering over him.
"Oh didn't see you there." He said surprisingly calmly.
She grabbed his hand. "You are coming with me!"
He mouthed 'save me' as she dragged him away.