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Spirit Prep Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten-A Shocking School Trip

One month later

 

Standing in front of the main entrance of the school, I look around at the crowded sea of pupils, each wearing a humanlike tee shirt in their solid house color over their uniforms with Neverberry Tours written in white swirly letters. The fairies that would usually be wearing their wings don’t have their wings today, and they, along with everyone else, look just like ordinary humans. That’s because the four houses are taking a field trip to the human world, and we all need to be disguised. In the dirt path loop in front of the school’s entrance, sparkling fair colored busses, a bit smaller than the Core public busses, are lined up. Each bus has a dark blue decal saying, Interportal Transportation.

 

 

 I don’t understand why we’d be going to the human world, but I’m not as upset about not being able to use magic as everyone else, so I’m trying to appreciate that.

 

Standing in the heat of the colorful uniformed crowd, I wonder if Margie is in this group. I remember much more about our friendship now than the beginning of the year as more and more memories from the past seem to be returning every day since I cast that spell in the office window to the point where I might be able to relive the entire year in my head in a few days. Recently, I remembered how close I was with Margie. I was never very close with anyone since first grade, but Margie is one person I was really close to. We sat next to each other every day when we were in the same kindergarten class and went to each other’s houses several times. What really makes me remember how surprisingly close we were is that during the last day, before I left Country Road Elementary, we decided to intentionally wear the same dress which was really cute. We went to each other’s houses and hung out in first grade before we split apart when I met the overwhelming amount of new people in second grade, which is when the classroom number switched from four smaller rooms to three larger ones. But I’m impressed with the friendship I had with Margie; I never had a single best friend, possibly because the girls I met in first grade already knew people from kindergarten.

 

“Alright, pupils!” a loud powerful and stiff voice shouts interrupting my thoughts. Everyone turns quiet as we face tall, skinny woman so pale that she appears stiff white with stiff metallic colored hair, pointy glasses, a thin chin, and a pointy frown. Mrs. Warm, the head of discipline would immediately transform your mood from having the most amazing time ever to a fear of getting in trouble just by existing. Mrs. Warm wonders the halls, and when I see her usual pointed frown, I try to do nothing than look straight and walk through the halls like a normal person without doing anything else. I’ve never gotten sent to her office, but I’ve overheard others say she’s really strict, and that doesn’t surprise me at all. Luckily, I’ve never gotten sent to the principal’s office other than that one time in second grade so I don’t think I’ll have to deal with her face to face, as I can only imagine the fear it’ll cause.

 

“Now,” Mrs. Warm says in her usual, unpleasant strict tone, “separate into your four houses. Make sure you’re with your buddies. And hurry up please!”

 

I’m kind of disappointed that we’re grouped based on houses. Sure, the different houses are given different lessons, but I was hoping to get closer to Lucie and that new girl. However, I’m hoping my charms would help. Today, I decide to wear the fairy dust necklace for the first time since October. Immediately before I left my dorm to line up to the bus, I decided to have the watermelon Fortune Sucker, which I’ve been having every few days starting on the day we’ve returned from break, and so far, they didn’t really help me with Lucie other than the fact that I’ve seen that familiar blonde girl look at me (she could be looking at something else though) in the brief moments she passes. Well, I have actually been talking to Malissa and Kylie during meals a few times.

 

The experience of having the short, occasional conversations with them were just amazing since I never experienced such a strong connection with friends since elementary school. At first, I wasn’t that excited to talk to people because I still don’t fit in the other worldly conversations in this school, but I recently realized that Malissa and Kylie were also from the human world.  

 

In addition to the Fortune Sucker and fairy dust, starting today, I’m wearing a rose colored, tiny, foily handcrafted poppy pin that Malissa gave to me as a holiday gift on the 25th over break. I’m not sure how that will help, but my instincts have been telling me to wear the flower and the necklace for a little while now.                  

 

Most got to choose their buddy groups, but I was put in a three person group with exclusively human born Terras because the trip administrators somehow decide to treat us differently. One of them is a short, half transparent girl with silky light brown hair, and I’m pretty sure her magical family lived in the human realm. The other one is in my Nature Spells class, and her name is Cassandra. She is wearing a darker brown and smooth bun today and has ice colored eyes and tan skin, and I don’t know too much about her other than the fact that her magical family also lived in the magical world.  

 

When the tight sea of mixed colors got separated into four, we climb on our buses for the not so interesting interportal bus ride to the human world for our heavily talked about and sometimes dreaded field trip. During the ride after the busses start moving, I look out my right window as I watch the bright emerald colored magical forest environment slowly morph into a more dull and ordinary forest. When the bus drives to the village, I start feeling a bit nostalgic looking at the buildings I used to pass in the car several times.

 

We eventually pull up with the other busses in front of a brown, old fashioned looking museum. At first I thought the ordinary golden school busses in front of our bus were from another school, but when I notice the “Neverberry Tour Group” climb out, I realize that those core busses transformed into human busses.

 

Mr. Walnut, the Terra chaperone, stands from the front seat in front of the bus and claps for our attention like a human chaperone would. In his disguise, he’s wearing a white buttoned shirt with a tan buttoned vest and blue checkered tie which is shocking to see him wear as he always wears what looks like is made of leaves and bark.

“Now,” he announces in his dull and not so expressive voice, “just like you learned and practiced before the trip, act as close to humans as possible, especially since this school called Mathews Middle School is here too.”

 

I quietly gasp in an energetic shock while everyone else slowly gets out of their seats to the thin aisle. Mathews Middle School is the other junior high in my district, and it’s the one Country Road Elementary went to. I’m not sure if Margie is actually in Spirit Prep, or if she is just an ordinary human that went to Mathews, but I’m pretty sure she’s in this museum on a field trip right now.

 

When walking in the museum, we notice a few kids I’ve never seen before wearing solid blue tee shirts energetically talking to their friends, but as we get to the plant gallery for our lesson, the environment becomes quieter because I’ve heard the Mathews students were told this area was closed for viewing until a certain time.

 

After the brief lesson on plants and magic in the gallery, Mr. Walnut allows us to walk around the museum with our small groups, but we’re not allowed to talk about magic which disappointed many of the other classmates. I follow Cassandra and the other girl around while briefly looking at each exhibit. Cassandra occasionally says hi to her other “Neverberry Tour” friends which is something I don’t pay too much attention to, but I also notice her enthusiastically hug one of the girls wearing the solid blue Mathews Middle School tee shirt.

I can’t help but question Cassandra about knowing a human after the brief hug and conversation, “You know her?”

“Meghan was my best friend and we went to preschool together.” Cassandra answers.

 

The exploring resumes as it did before, only Cassandra does mention to someone that she saw Meghan and someone named Margie, but she could be a different Margie. The most convincing hint with Margie I’ve seen today is when Cassandra had a conversation with these two girls from Mathews. One of them sort of reminds me of Margie with the sort of familiar looking face, same hair color and similar tan skin tone, but she still looks totally different from the one I’ve seen in the vision as the one from the vision has darker tan skin and straighter hair. But during the conversation, it was difficult for me to not examine what her voice sounded like.

 

 

“HEY YOU, DAISY!” I hear a familiar and unpleasant voice call when standing outside the museum at the end of the trip. My mood and body drops when I turn around and realize its Teagen, here to bug me again.

“I’m not listening.” I firmly say turning my head away from the museum towards the bus line.

“Daisy, I have something to tell you!” Teagen responds in a louder voice.

“I said, no.” I respond still turned in my direction.

“But I’m mad at you Daisy!” Teagen firmly says again, “I knew we went on this stupid and boring, yet strange human world field trip because there are so many human raised girls this year.”

 

“Hi Daisy!” I hear in a different voice. It sounds a lot friendlier, more enthusiastic and high pitched than Teagen’s voice. I turn towards the museum once again, and I see someone none other than what I think is Lucie Brooks standing a short distance behind Teagen, “I’m curious about this field trip too.”

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