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Running through the school halls feels like a mouse maze compared to running from people outside. Dodging between a few people that just so happen to be blocking my class room door, I make it into my class as the bell goes off.

"Ragon, so pleased to see you make it to class, on time for once." Says my homeroom teacher Ms. Still. She does not have a very approving facial expression.

I slip into my seat that's next to my best friend Thomas. He snickers at me for trying to be quiet while opening my bag. His golden hair and green eyes shimmer along with his big grin.

"You get your homework done?" Thomas whispers. My heart races as adrenaline kicks in.

"What homework?!" I shout as a whisper.

"Ragon. We have been over this. Your voice carries, meaning whispering does not work for you. As for the homework, it's due tomorrow." Ms. Still says not even looking behind her while she continues to write the lesson on the chalk board.

"Pfffttt." Thomas tries holding in a laugh at me being called out.

"Mr. Thomas please pay attention to the lesson." She says. 

Just like that he drops the playful act and focuses. "Yes ma'am."

Break finally graces me with time to work on my assignment. I pull out my head phones just to realize my batteries were dead on my old school cd player. Shoving it back into my bag I try to ignore the faint whispers from my classmates. Yet they are talking just loud enough for me to hear about the fight a jock and I got into yesterday. 

"Rage!" Thomas yells walking in the classroom with some snacks in hand from the vending machine. "Is it true you beat up Wilson?"

Whyyyyyyy I need to get this work done or I'm failing this class. I don't want to hear Grandma's comments on my academic short comings.

"Yea." I reply shortly hoping for him to drop it.

He sits down beside me, throwing a bag of pretzels at me and munching on chocolate covered ones himself. If it wasn't for the crunching he would be sitting quietly beside me.

"You did that problem wrong." He points out.

I collapse on the desk in defeat. "Care to help?" I smile sheepishly up at him.

"You didn't square the parenthesis." He points to the microscopic two. 

"How!?" I angerly erase and pencil in the correct answer. The lead on my pencil snaps frustrating me more. Thomas steals my pencil before I snap it and hands me a different one.

"How's that kitten you rescued yesterday?" He asks diverting my attention.

"Oh, the shelter found her a foster family. She's fine outside of a sprained paw that she got from that jerk." Thomas' pencil snaps in my hand.

"Hey my favorite pencil!" Thomas protests.

"I-i'm sorry!" I apologize.

"Just messing with you. Did you really think I would give you my favorite pencil?" He bursts into laughter.

A few snickers can be heard from a couple desks back. Words about how my one and only friend can't even trust me with a pencil faintly cut through the air.

I go to turn and yell at them.

"Don't bother." Thomas says quietly, pointing at my work. "You missed that square too. You know we learned this stuff like 6 years ago right? Why you missing so many?"

"They're small alright!" I hiss in anger at messing up more math problems.

If it weren't for Thomas I would have failed and possibly dropped out of school awhile ago. Many compared us as opposites. He was the sun with his golden hair and I was the night with my black hair. His eyes were spring green and mine are an icy blue with tints of purple. He was kind and people loved him while I... almost everyone avoids me and that's fine.

"You got them all correct. Good job!" Thomas smiles slapping my shoulder, "you going to the animal shelter after school?"

"Yea I want to check on Tasha and give Potato a bath." I reply.

"Still can't believe they named a dog Potato." Thomas laughs. "Isn't that the one with the cut vocal cords and is super mean to everyone but you?"

"Yea, Potato is your typical chiwawa just silent and deadly to ankles. Yet she is so caring." I shrug. "I like that about her though. She went through hell at that hoarders house but still protects Tasha and demands my attention on my darker days."

"If only your grandma wasn't allergic to their saliva you could have them. Well, I will see you later." He side eyes a desk of girls. "Going to make my rounds."

"You do that." I say as he walks off to talk with others. Leaving me by myself. Did I pack extra batteries by chance?

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Listening to my music while walking to the shelter I hear a faint sound similar to someone yelling. Slipping my headphones down to hear the noise better, I get jumped on from behind.

I look over my shoulder to see Thomas grinning ear to ear. "Scare you?" He beams.

"I think you have scared all the fear out of me a long time ago." I say pushing his face away.

Behind him is a shy girl from class. Thomas steps back to walk beside her and to throw his arm around her shoulders.

"You know Emile from class right? She wanted to see the animals at the shelter and then we're going to my place to study."

"Uh-huh." I reply. I know all too well about his study sessions.

I tone out Thomas' quiet sweet nothings he tries whispering to Emile. It doesn't work so I slip my headphones back on. I close my eyes for a few seconds to listen to the music and envision what it would be like to have a girlfriend.

Emile's scream makes me open my eyes. I'm engulfed in green flames. I try to yell but there is no oxygen. Flames roll over my skin sending shearing pain through my limbs. Then it was black.

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It's still black but the pain I felt is subsiding. The sound of voices brings me fully awake. I see a soft purple light glowing around me. Looking up I see a slender faced girl with long dark wavy purple hair and brilliant blue eyes looking down at me.

"Well, he lives. Let's see where you messed up on the summoning square." She says nonchalantly getting up and walking around where I lay on a wooden floor. I roll my head to the side to see candles and chalk drawings on the floor. There are a few others in this small attic like room. All in dark magenta robes, some faces are hidden still but the ones that aren't are kids, slightly younger than me, that have terrified looks.

"Sis? W-what are we going to do?" A shy boy hiding in his robe asks the one with purple hair. "Sonja, what-"

"Let's just figure out what did happen first." Sonja says stepping over me with her black legging covered legs, studying the ground I'm on. "Here. You see this. You did not spell dragon right. Who names their kid Ragon anyways?"

"Don't dis on something I had no control over." I retort sitting up. Parts of my school clothes are missing from the fire. The calves of my legs are exposed and my abdomen feels a bit cold. But I'm not burnt like I was or should be. I look my arms over good.

"Me dissing on your name is the least of your worries. If the elders find out what happened here, we're in big trouble." Sonja says holding her hand to her chin. "Since I have not been taught how to make returns, we are just going to have to hide you so our parents don't find out."

They're talking about me like some Adazoom package that was "accidentally" ordered. I need to get out of here.

I bolt for the door.

"Oh no you don't! Stop!" Shouts the hooded boy.

My legs stop running. "Ehh?!" I try pulling on my legs to move them with no luck.

"Looks like you wrote the obedient part flawlessly. Good job Kem." Says Sonja slapping her brother on the shoulder.