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Authors: Devyn Dawson
Enlightened A Light Tamer Novel (The Light Tamer)
Enlightened
A Light Tamer Novel
By: Devyn Dawson
To my Mom
©Copyright 2012
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Chapter 1. First Day - Alchemy
7
Chapter 2. Mildly Interesting
19
Chapter 5. YOURNIGHTMARE2010
35
Chapter 10. Guardian’s Call
60
Chapter 12. Jealousy is Ugly
73
Chapter
19. Grandma Confesses
123
1.
First Day -
Alchemy
“The sooner everyone takes their seat, the sooner I can start our morning.
You’ll notice your name is on the desk, and yes, that means
it’s
an assigned seat.” The Hispanic woman says as everyone
looks around to find
their
desk
. I double
-
check my class schedule to figure out her name.
Sonya
Rain
e
Alva
rez
, oh, I bet she is grandma’s friend Raine.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me kid, no escaping
the Amber
.”
Amber says from the chair directly behind me.
Let the fun begin.
I think to myself.
From
outside
, the school is
plain
as
vanilla, red
bricks, one story in a U surround
ing
a courtyard. There is a smaller version of the school next door.
It houses t
he kids from preschool through sixth grade
.
All classrooms start to look the same after ten years of school
, regardless where you live.
There were many fluorescent lights and
tacky
inspirational posters taped to the walls
.
Twenty four chairs, divided by four rows, twent
y-
three occupied. The e
mpty seat is right next to me.
I lean over to read the name on the paper, Thorne Wood
son
. The second bell rings and like magic, everyone sits quietly, not moving a muscle.
What are they growing here, Stepford Students? Private school is much different
from
the public schools I’ve been to.
“
I am
Miss
Raine
and welcome to Alchemy
1
.
With a show
of hands, who has been taught the
intricat
e
arts of alchemy
by their family
?”
Miss
Raine
’s tan makes her
eyes
freakishly bright.
One of my friends back in New York has
waist length wavy black hair
like hers, the guys loved it
.
Approximately half the class raises
their hand, including my partner in crime Amber.
Of course
,
she has,
she’s
sneaky.
The door opens
and
in walks
the
Uni-bomber’s son.
He strolled across the room
, h
is black polo
barely
tucked into his pants,
and
barely mak
ing
dress
-
code
. I’m not so sure about the black leather belt with spikes and a
giant metal skull buckle though.
His Doc Martens are so loosely
tied;
he has to shuffle
as he walks
to keep
them on his feet
.
It’s seventeen thousand degrees outside
,
and
he
wears a
jacket, what a wacko
. Everyone watches as he pulls the hood down and
Miss
Raine
motions for the ear buds to be pulled out of his ears. His auburn hair, thick and unruly
, gives him the urban skater kid edge.
“Thorne?”
Miss
Raine
asks.
He
lifts his head in a reverse nod like an arrogant too
-
cool
-
for
-
school thug.
He pulls the ear buds out, walks over to the only empty
seat…the
one next to me, and sits down. His chair makes an obnoxious sound as he shifts
it around
and leans over to
rummage
through his backpack.
Amber
take
s
in a breath and
mutters
to me “ooo
la
la
”. She would think he’s hot.
“Shhhh,” I reply.
“In the future
Mr
Wood
son
, you’re to be in your seat when the second bell rings. Being
it’s
the first day of class, and
you are
new to the school, I’ll let it slide….today. Don’t test my generosity, you’ll lose.
Understand?
”
Miss
Raine
says with annoyance in her voice. Thorne gives another reverse nod, in agreement.
She leans over her desk and picks up a folder. “The following students need to come to the front of the cla
ss. Amber Edwards, Derrick Douglas
, Cecelia Judiarti,
Carmen
Rodriguez
, Damian Shock
, Thorne Wood
son
and Jessie
Lucente
. Pack up your things, as you will not be returning to this classroom
today
.”
We all gather our things and line up by the door.
The
other people in class
are
whispering to each other. My heart is pounding
,
and
my brain is
thinking a thousand and one thoughts at the same time
.
I turn to Amber and
say softly
, “
Do you know what’s going on?”
She shrugs her shoulders at me and stares at the back of Thorne’s hoodie.
Fabulous
, a distracted Amber
.
“Students, I’ll be back in five
minutes…try
to control yourselves. The rest of you; follow me.”
She turns on her heel and goes to the back of the room and leads us
into
a storage closet.
They must expect to have an overflow of stuff, for a
closet
this size. All of us look around curiously, waiting for her to explain why we’re in here.
The
stench
of dirty bleach water and moth balls
are
starting to make me
light-headed
. Shelves are lining the walls to the ceiling, all glass jars of colorful
elixirs
.
Most are bright
, while
others look as if they were filled with human organs. I’m not even going to guess what they are.
“What the hell? Between the musty smell and Jessie’s Victoria’s Secret perfume, I’m going to barf,” Amber announces.
“My body spray makes you want to barf? Wow, things you can learn from your friends when you’re in a closet,” I say and grin at Amber.
Miss
Raine
taps her toe on the ground. “Ladies, are you finished complaining?” She takes her hand and sweeps it through her hair
, exposing a
little
tattoo on her wrist.
“Thorne, turn off the overhead light. There is a string directly
above you
.”
“Hey, it will be dark,
he can’t do that,” the guy I think is Damien says.
“You trying to off some Tamers or something?”
Thorne’s voice is husky
with a slight raspy quality
. It made me think of the guys on the cover of
bodice
ripper
books (my grandma secretly reads them)
.
His rebel side showing for the second time in five minutes.