It should be pointed out that yesterday was not a good day. The morning was dragging–or, really, I was. And it wasn’t just your normal morning dragging; this was something brought on by depression. I have it; I’ve suffered through it for decades. It’s usually manageable these days, though when I saw my doctor a couple of weeks bad she told me it’s pretty obvious I’m dealing with it right now.
This isn’t a lot of fun. Yesterday–and, realistically, the night before–I felt like I had zero motivation to do anything. Just sit there and try not to cry. It was happening, I knew it. I told a few of my online friends about it, and some suggested it’s related to going off hormones before getting back on in a few days, and I didn’t argue with the logic.
Needless to say I found a way out, and by the afternoon I was better, though I still felt like I didn’t have much of an urge to get out and get anything done.
And yet, somehow I did.
I hinted a few days back that when it came time for my sorcery students to try out their new dominating po–I mean, “mixtures”–it was going to be necessary to try them out on each other. That would never happen, would it? Of course it would: you should know me by now, and understand that at this school, the only way you know of stuff works is to use it. And since this is sorcery class, and you’re trying to dominate another student–well, you know how it goes.
At the start five pair, ten students out of thirty-two, tried this, and the most excitement so far was two girls getting into a fight when one of the girls ask the other if anyone in her family were terrorists. Good thing those two are coven mates . . .
And then we come to the sixth pair, Annie and Emma Nielson. And you get a good idea of what a not-so-good sorceress looks like . . .
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Helena handed Annie Emma’s potion. “A before E.” She winked as Annie sipped a third of the vial and handed it back. Then she returned to staring at Emma, who shifted slowly from one foot to the other.
Helena stopped next to Emma before returning to her chair. “She’s all yours.”
“Thanks . . . Professor.” Emma didn’t stare back at the staring Annie. She looked about the room, turned her eyes up at the ceiling, gazed at the floor—
Helena cleared her throat. “Emma.” The girl turned towards Helena. “You can start asking questions.”
“Sure, Professor.” She faced Annie, who stood with her arms crossed over her chest. “Your name is Annie Kirilova?”
“Okay.” Emma tapped her fingers against her right forearm. “You’re in Cernunnos Cover.”
Emma nodded slowly, then looked towards the rest of the class with a slight, uncomfortable grin on her face. “Um . . . Where do you live?”
Annie sighed loud and long. “Pamporovo, Bulgaria.”
“Do you like it there?”
“Yessssss.” She turned to Helena. “I’m ready for submission any time she’d like to try.”
Helena forced herself to keep from laughing. “Emma, ask a question you feel Annie might not want to answer truthfully.”
“O—okay.” She drew a deep breath before looking straight at Annie. “Have you ever killed anyone?”
Annie paused for exactly three seconds. “Not yet.”
Emma straightened and immediately took a step back. “Um . . .” She turned to Helena. “I don’t think my mixture is working.”
Annie chimed in. “No, it isn’t.”
“That’s pretty obvious.” Helena got up and retrieved Annie’s mixture from the work table where they were kept. “Well, then, Emma . . .” She handed the vial over. “You get to be Annie’s subject.”
“Right . . .” She quickly sipped the mixture, looking a bit apprehensive the whole while.
Helena backed away slowly from Emma. “Have at her, Annie.”
It looks like Annie’s been hanging around Wednesday some . . .
I was surprised to discover I’d written seven hundred words. That brings the last two nights of writing to a little over a thousand, but I was also working out scenes in my head, and came across something that I don’t know if I want to develop it as the kid’s history or not. Because when I look at what is coming it’s all logical, but it’s also scary.
Then again, I have a ways to go before I ever get to that point.