2 A Charming Cure by Tonya Kappes

Author:Tonya Kappes
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I tucked the key in the front pocket of my jeans to make sure it was safe and sound, and then hurried off to crystal ball class. Helena had assured me that I wouldn’t be in trouble for being late, and that she had Gus tell the professor that Helena was keeping me a bit after class.

“I hate being late.” Madame Torres groaned from the depths of my bag.

Once I got to the arrowed signs in the middle of the wheat field, I tapped the arrow pointing toward Crystal Ball School and the field parted as it should, and lead me down the path.

At the end of the path stood three red-bricked buildings. Each one with a covered porch held up by four very tall pillars. A sign dangled from each stated the level of skill: beginners, intermediate, and advanced.

Obviously, I was a beginner. After all, Madame Torres seemed to run the show more than I did. That was a problem.

I took her out of my bag, and she appeared quicker than a jackrabbit. I held her up to eye level and gazed in. “Are you dressed up?”

Her red wavy hair was partially covered by a hot pink turban. Her eyelids smeared in purple eye shadow and lined in black liner didn’t over power her long lashes that she batted words trickled out of her fire engine lips. “This is my time to shine. I’m single and ready to mingle.”

“There will be no mingling.” I assured her. “We are here on business. One, find out who poisoned Faith and two where they kidnapped Eloise. Plain and simple. No mingling.” I warned her, but knew I was talking into the air.

Granted, I knew I was here to go to school, but a lot can change in a couple of days.

“What can happen in four days?” I whispered under my breath and rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open to begin my first ever class of Crystal Ball School.

“Yep, yep, yep.” The professor paced back and forth in front of the class. He wrung his hands and looked to the floor. His grey suit was much too big for his narrow shoulders, and much too long for his six-foot frame. The hem of his pants dragged the floor, and exposed only the tips of his black, soft-soled shoes. His jacket was hanging open and his white collared shirt was untucked and unevenly buttoned. He ran his hands through his thin, unruly hair and stopped pacing. Looking up, he pointed at me. “I heard about you, June Heal.”

It didn’t sound like a good ‘heard’ either. Professor Dunwoody, his name was scribbled on the chalkboard behind him.

He looked back down and started his pacing. His hands continued to wrap around one another. “Go on, take a seat.”

I should’ve looked to see what seats were available before I jumped at the first one I came to. Madame Torres glowed a bright pink, and slightly rolled to the left side of the table toward my tablemate.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.