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New Faces?
Again, I met Jess and Maeg in the morning because I hadn't yet learned the way to the school. From the look on Maeg's face, she was not a morning person. We drove to school, and talked with the girls from my lunch table.
Then, it was time for Social Studies. As soon as I walked into the classroom, I felt like there was something different. Then, I realized, Mr. Clearlake's papers and posters were gone. I looked at Jess and Maeg, and they seemed every bit as puzzled as I was. Then, the bell rang, and a teacher glided in. She was definitely the most beautiful woman, elves included, that I'd ever seen, and gliding was the only appropriate word for her gate. She was tall and had slightly dark skin. Her hair was black and hung loose down her back. She was wearing a bright red dress with a slanted hem. The neckline could barely be called proper, even in this society, where it appeared to be the style to wear things low cut. However, on her, this dress enhanced natural beauty, didn't choke it.
"Hello class." Her voice was deep and rich. "Your previous teacher has had a most unfortunate accident, so I will be your substitute for the rest of the year. My name is Ms. Virago. Jezebel Virago. Now, today, we will be studying a delightful portion of your world's history. It is called The Crusades." She proceeded to describe these bloody wars with a style that could only be expressed as sadistic, and I started to get a bad feeling about Ms. Jezebel Virago. I couldn't pinpoint what I was worried about, though, so I didn't say anything.
Later that day was gym again. I brought 'swim-shorts', remembering the announcement last gym that we were going to be in the pool for the next few weeks. When I went out to the pool area, Maegith seemed excited. "I love swimming. In gym terms, it's one of the only things I'm good at." She smiled wryly. I quickly asked what they called their different strokes, because though I was a capable swimmer, I doubted we knew things called by the same names. I was correct, and happy to say I knew most of the things they taught here.
Because of my crash course, I was able to easily pass the 'deep water test'. When I finished however, my heightened hearing picked up something disturbing. Jess and Maeg were talking, and Maeg had noticed something strange. "Is it just me and my goggles or something, or are Daniel's chest and ears shimmering?" Maeg was talking quietly enough so normal humans wouldn't hear her from where I was standing.
I saw Jess look at me out of the corner of her eye. "You're right. I see it too! How weird is that?" I quickly turned away and fixed my horsetail so it discreetly covered my ears. I poured some more of my precious strength into the glamour on my chest, and then called Raistlin.
"Shalafi? I hope I'm not disturbing you, but it's kind of urgent." I waited until I heard his consent. "I'm in the school swimming pool, and my Glamour is slipping!" I didn't wait for him to point out the obvious that my magic might be weakening. "It seemed only to start after I got into this water. It hasn't fallen yet, but I'm nervous."
I could sense Raistlin getting a bit nervous now too. "All right. I'll discreetly get a sample of the water to examine. Until I find something out, do what you can to hide it. Tell me if it doesn't get better when you get out." I fought my way through the rest of gym. I was getting a bit tired from all of the power I was using. Finally, it was over. As soon as I had rinsed and dried off, I could feel that I didn't need the extra power to shield my wounds. I was very relieved. I would have to be careful though. I wouldn't want to run into that anti-magic substance again.
During lunch, the only thing talked about was the new Social Studies teacher. People had mixed feelings. She seemed to be knowledgeable, but I wasn't the only one who picked up her sadistic outlook on life. Then, while my tablemates were getting their lunch, (I'd brought mine – who knew what was in that slop they called food up at the front!) Catalina came over. She had fixed her hair up a little, and her makeup was heavier than it had been this morning. I sighed mentally. "Yes?"
She tossed her hair. "Well, Daniel, I just wanted to apologize for being mean the other day." She flashed me a smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to the school dance with me tonight. It's a lot of fun!" She was holding herself so that her chest looked slightly bigger. I resisted the urge to give her a huge zit with magic. I wasn't going to sink to her level.
"Oh, sorry." I smiled back. "I already have plans today. Maybe another time." I indicated that was the end of our conversation as I thought the end to my sentence. When I turn into a White Robe and Elven politics are simple. The rest of the day passed quickly.
That afternoon, we went to Jess's house again. Then, I heard Raistlin in my mind. He sounded very tense. "Dalamar. Excuse yourself from the ladies now. I have something important to tell you, and you will want to be alone. Go into the bathroom or something." I did as he commanded. I don't think I'd ever heard my Shalafi so nervous sounding.
A/N: Well, sorry to all of my reviewers. Thank Meg, who gave me a wakeup call. I guess things got away from me a bit. Well, not to worry, I still have several chapters already written. Now, to my wonderful reviewers (By the way, if you don't normally read things addressed to other people, please do, one of my responses concerns everyone.):
Jade: No problem, thanks for being a steady reviewer.
Alien: Thank you. About the portrayal of Dally, I tend to see his nicer side more than most people, and I also believe he would see doing anything worse as immature. I do have my reasons. About Arnold – don't worry, that's going to develop a lot more in the coming chapters, so there'll be plenty of time for verbal bashing then. Glad you liked the chapter.
Guan: Well, some things yes, some no. The classes were all based on mine last year, though I warped the curriculum a lot. High schoolers (at least in my school) don't own expensive sports cars, or vanity plates, that was just some wishful thinking on my part. Usually we don't go to the movies on school nights, though I do think if the friend I modeled Jess after lived next to me, we'd be at each other's houses constantly. Boys (at least those I know) don't go up to girls and invite them for 'rides', though I'm sure there are some out there. There is no Star Wars III yet, but most other stuff is fairly accurate. Hope that cleared everything up for you.
Megan: Well, Raistlin is coming after just one more short chappie like this one. I promise I'll keep on top of updating this time.
NightsStory: (This everyone should read, by the way) Well, now the truth comes out, and I must thank you for the very kind accusation. I take your advice into consideration, but I believe this is the best way. Here comes, the truth: this will be a Mary-Sue. Rational fanfic critic part of brain runs away, screaming If nothing else, it makes my ending a lot better. I will not be offended if you (or anyone else) stops reading because of this, it's your choice. If anyone chooses to flame with only the reason that I said it's a Mary-Sue, expect a flame back in my response section. Not that I believe that of you, NightsStory; as I said before, your criticism was very kindly worded, and for that, I thank you.
New Faces?
Again, I met Jess and Maeg in the morning because I hadn't yet learned the way to the school. From the look on Maeg's face, she was not a morning person. We drove to school, and talked with the girls from my lunch table.
Then, it was time for Social Studies. As soon as I walked into the classroom, I felt like there was something different. Then, I realized, Mr. Clearlake's papers and posters were gone. I looked at Jess and Maeg, and they seemed every bit as puzzled as I was. Then, the bell rang, and a teacher glided in. She was definitely the most beautiful woman, elves included, that I'd ever seen, and gliding was the only appropriate word for her gate. She was tall and had slightly dark skin. Her hair was black and hung loose down her back. She was wearing a bright red dress with a slanted hem. The neckline could barely be called proper, even in this society, where it appeared to be the style to wear things low cut. However, on her, this dress enhanced natural beauty, didn't choke it.
"Hello class." Her voice was deep and rich. "Your previous teacher has had a most unfortunate accident, so I will be your substitute for the rest of the year. My name is Ms. Virago. Jezebel Virago. Now, today, we will be studying a delightful portion of your world's history. It is called The Crusades." She proceeded to describe these bloody wars with a style that could only be expressed as sadistic, and I started to get a bad feeling about Ms. Jezebel Virago. I couldn't pinpoint what I was worried about, though, so I didn't say anything.
Later that day was gym again. I brought 'swim-shorts', remembering the announcement last gym that we were going to be in the pool for the next few weeks. When I went out to the pool area, Maegith seemed excited. "I love swimming. In gym terms, it's one of the only things I'm good at." She smiled wryly. I quickly asked what they called their different strokes, because though I was a capable swimmer, I doubted we knew things called by the same names. I was correct, and happy to say I knew most of the things they taught here.
Because of my crash course, I was able to easily pass the 'deep water test'. When I finished however, my heightened hearing picked up something disturbing. Jess and Maeg were talking, and Maeg had noticed something strange. "Is it just me and my goggles or something, or are Daniel's chest and ears shimmering?" Maeg was talking quietly enough so normal humans wouldn't hear her from where I was standing.
I saw Jess look at me out of the corner of her eye. "You're right. I see it too! How weird is that?" I quickly turned away and fixed my horsetail so it discreetly covered my ears. I poured some more of my precious strength into the glamour on my chest, and then called Raistlin.
"Shalafi? I hope I'm not disturbing you, but it's kind of urgent." I waited until I heard his consent. "I'm in the school swimming pool, and my Glamour is slipping!" I didn't wait for him to point out the obvious that my magic might be weakening. "It seemed only to start after I got into this water. It hasn't fallen yet, but I'm nervous."
I could sense Raistlin getting a bit nervous now too. "All right. I'll discreetly get a sample of the water to examine. Until I find something out, do what you can to hide it. Tell me if it doesn't get better when you get out." I fought my way through the rest of gym. I was getting a bit tired from all of the power I was using. Finally, it was over. As soon as I had rinsed and dried off, I could feel that I didn't need the extra power to shield my wounds. I was very relieved. I would have to be careful though. I wouldn't want to run into that anti-magic substance again.
During lunch, the only thing talked about was the new Social Studies teacher. People had mixed feelings. She seemed to be knowledgeable, but I wasn't the only one who picked up her sadistic outlook on life. Then, while my tablemates were getting their lunch, (I'd brought mine – who knew what was in that slop they called food up at the front!) Catalina came over. She had fixed her hair up a little, and her makeup was heavier than it had been this morning. I sighed mentally. "Yes?"
She tossed her hair. "Well, Daniel, I just wanted to apologize for being mean the other day." She flashed me a smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to the school dance with me tonight. It's a lot of fun!" She was holding herself so that her chest looked slightly bigger. I resisted the urge to give her a huge zit with magic. I wasn't going to sink to her level.
"Oh, sorry." I smiled back. "I already have plans today. Maybe another time." I indicated that was the end of our conversation as I thought the end to my sentence. When I turn into a White Robe and Elven politics are simple. The rest of the day passed quickly.
That afternoon, we went to Jess's house again. Then, I heard Raistlin in my mind. He sounded very tense. "Dalamar. Excuse yourself from the ladies now. I have something important to tell you, and you will want to be alone. Go into the bathroom or something." I did as he commanded. I don't think I'd ever heard my Shalafi so nervous sounding.
A/N: Well, sorry to all of my reviewers. Thank Meg, who gave me a wakeup call. I guess things got away from me a bit. Well, not to worry, I still have several chapters already written. Now, to my wonderful reviewers (By the way, if you don't normally read things addressed to other people, please do, one of my responses concerns everyone.):
Jade: No problem, thanks for being a steady reviewer.
Alien: Thank you. About the portrayal of Dally, I tend to see his nicer side more than most people, and I also believe he would see doing anything worse as immature. I do have my reasons. About Arnold – don't worry, that's going to develop a lot more in the coming chapters, so there'll be plenty of time for verbal bashing then. Glad you liked the chapter.
Guan: Well, some things yes, some no. The classes were all based on mine last year, though I warped the curriculum a lot. High schoolers (at least in my school) don't own expensive sports cars, or vanity plates, that was just some wishful thinking on my part. Usually we don't go to the movies on school nights, though I do think if the friend I modeled Jess after lived next to me, we'd be at each other's houses constantly. Boys (at least those I know) don't go up to girls and invite them for 'rides', though I'm sure there are some out there. There is no Star Wars III yet, but most other stuff is fairly accurate. Hope that cleared everything up for you.
Megan: Well, Raistlin is coming after just one more short chappie like this one. I promise I'll keep on top of updating this time.
NightsStory: (This everyone should read, by the way) Well, now the truth comes out, and I must thank you for the very kind accusation. I take your advice into consideration, but I believe this is the best way. Here comes, the truth: this will be a Mary-Sue. Rational fanfic critic part of brain runs away, screaming If nothing else, it makes my ending a lot better. I will not be offended if you (or anyone else) stops reading because of this, it's your choice. If anyone chooses to flame with only the reason that I said it's a Mary-Sue, expect a flame back in my response section. Not that I believe that of you, NightsStory; as I said before, your criticism was very kindly worded, and for that, I thank you.