Floras, chapter 2
Over 200 years later, a boy and girl made their way to school throug heavy snow. They had the same blond hair, the same blue eyes, the sam shaped nose, mouth, and ears. These two were in fact twins. Brother and sister finally caught sight of their high school. They had been grounded and their cas were taken away, so they had to walk. This did not bother them though. Curiously, the snow in front of them seemed to melt away, they had no snow on their T-shirts, yes T-shirts in freezing weather, even though it fell heavily to the earth.
They entered the school, and set off for their first class. They had all 8 periods together. The brother was good with computers. And their first was the worst. Social Studies with Mr. Raymeng.
The twins took their seats side by side even though their assinged seats were across the room from eachother, toward the front of the class. The bell rang the second Mr. Raymeng came through the door. He closed it with a snap behind him, and the room fell instantly silent. Though he was a 4 foot tall portly man with gray hair (or what was left of it) Mr. Raymeng, was strict.
But this didn't dampen the twins spirits, as they exchange mischevious grins, and stood up.
"Mr. and Miss Wilson, what do you think your doing?" Mr. Raymeng demanded.
"Class," said the boy once he reached the front of the class, ignoring the fuming teacher. "We will be leaving you today."
"We feel," said the girl, "That our talents are being wasted here."
"What talent?" snorted a pretty girl in the font of the class.
The girl glared. "Sut up Zoe, your so full of yourself!" and so, from the girls fingertips, fire erupted.
It trailed around Zoe's head, and burt some of her "perfect" black hair. Then it raced, this time joined by another trail of fire coming from her bother's hands, and set all Mr.Raymeng's files ablaze.
They entered the school, and set off for their first class. They had all 8 periods together. The brother was good with computers. And their first was the worst. Social Studies with Mr. Raymeng.
The twins took their seats side by side even though their assinged seats were across the room from eachother, toward the front of the class. The bell rang the second Mr. Raymeng came through the door. He closed it with a snap behind him, and the room fell instantly silent. Though he was a 4 foot tall portly man with gray hair (or what was left of it) Mr. Raymeng, was strict.
But this didn't dampen the twins spirits, as they exchange mischevious grins, and stood up.
"Mr. and Miss Wilson, what do you think your doing?" Mr. Raymeng demanded.
"Class," said the boy once he reached the front of the class, ignoring the fuming teacher. "We will be leaving you today."
"We feel," said the girl, "That our talents are being wasted here."
"What talent?" snorted a pretty girl in the font of the class.
The girl glared. "Sut up Zoe, your so full of yourself!" and so, from the girls fingertips, fire erupted.
It trailed around Zoe's head, and burt some of her "perfect" black hair. Then it raced, this time joined by another trail of fire coming from her bother's hands, and set all Mr.Raymeng's files ablaze.
