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Chapter 2:
Bloom marched toward Miss farogonda's office, clutching the "flame" necklace tightly in her left hand.
"Miss Farogonda! Miss Faroganda!" Bloom continuously slammed on her office door.
"Good lord child, enter!" She said
"What is this!" Bloom put the necklace down on her desk
" Bloom…."
"Please Miss Faroganda, I must know"
"Alright, alright, but first, I think the other girls should be here too"Miss Faroganda pressed the announcement button
"Will the following students please report to my office emmdiately, Musa, Flora, Stella, Tecna, and Layla"
Soon enough they entered the room nervously
"Whatever we're in trouble for, I didn't do it! I swear! Musa did it!" Stella screamed
"Stella!"
"Girls,Girls, your not in trouble, I have a story to tell you, flame and dragon,"
On earth
Sara got up in the morning, putting on her school uniform.
" Sweert, how do like your new school?" her foster mom asked as she drank coffee from her mug
"It's nice, the kids seem okay, although I could do without these uniforms, hey melanie can you pass me the pancakes"
"Sure, and if you feel comfortable,its okay to call me mom" Sara noticed she really wanted to be called mom
"of course…Mom"
Melanie smiled happily then handed Sara her lunch
"Stay out of trouble, no more fights"
" it wasn't my fault! He was bullying that poor sensitive girl in the grade above me!" Sara whined
"I know, but lets try not to flip the princibles son next time, okay?"
"You got it" Sara smiled at Melanie then left
Sara ran to school, making her way towards her locker
"Hey sara!" Sara turned around, looking at the most popular girl in school, Sharon. She wasn't the mean popular type, she was actually quite nice.
"Hi Sharon" Sara said happily
"wanna walk to class with me, your new and all so you probably don't have many friends yet, but hey don't worry, its only your second day, and im your friend, in fact, why don't you come with me to my dance class after school, lots of girls from our grade are in it"
"Sounda great" Sara said shutting her locker
