Man, I can’t wait to bite into a juicy chicken wing! thought Alex.
He was standing at the marble counter in the kitchen, filling up his glass. But he was not paying attention, and it overflowed. He went to take a sip as he was walking to the living room when, all of a sudden, the glass began to glide out of his slippery hands.
“Darn!” muffled Alex. He dropped the glass, and it broke. The water spilled everywhere. He was red in the face. “Well, at least I am going to the hockey game today with my cousins.”
Alex loves sports. He is a very athletic kid, and he loves recess the most. He never wants to miss out on something to do with sports. Alex is 12 years old and is a tall sixth grader.
Live Aurelius, a 17-year-old boy with the gift of creating live organisms such as plants, is searching for the one who has gifted him these powers. Through his search, he finds a mysterious little demon and a cool, bunny-loving girl. Who are these weird new friends of Live’s? And how can they help him find the person he’s looking for? Welp! Time will tell.
Students sat at or on cold wooden desks with metal legs and dark turquoise chairs. An oak table commanded the front of the classroom where an older man with short, salt-and-pepper hair typed on a computer, occasionally pushing his black glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.
As the children chitchatted about their summers, a boy, small for a 17-year-old, took a seat in the back of the classroom. He had light blonde hair and hazel eyes. He wore a violet and turquoise shirt, a dark, dusty brick red and red violet accented open sweatshirt, a black belt, blue jeans, and simple black shoes. Live situated all of his school supplies in front of himself and folded his arms on top of the items, resting his head in his arms. He looked around the room, noticing a few people from years prior, including Jene Keket, a girl he knew in middle school and the previous years of high school. She was talking with a few other students and laughing. Her golden eyes wandered over to him, a curious expression visible in her eyes. Live quickly looked away, hoping the girl wouldn’t notice him. Live could still feel her eyes burning into the back of his head even after he turned his head.
Madeline sits down on a wooden chair in her kitchen with white tiles and brown plank floors. She starts to type. She signs into her Chromebook and joins the morning meeting. She is telling her classmates about how well she is doing in her chores because one of her classmates, Malisa, wants to know how she is doing. She also tells her teacher, who has blonde and purple highlights in her hair, about how she thinks she is getting a puppy because she has been showing her parents how responsible she is.
Ms. Jardeen says, “Wow, that is amazing! Now let’s get into math.”