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Avis E Webb's Academy: Household Weapons & Rumors

Daniel slapped me on the back, “Don’t worry, Seth. Everyone knows Mrs. Hyem just likes picking on kids.”

I offered him an evil glare and he grinned and ran off. I followed, trying to keep him in my sights through the crowds of students.

That’s when I heard someone behind me say, “Hey, Seth. Where’s your reflection?”

I smiled and turned around to see the shortest girl I had ever seen and most likely the toughest I’d ever meet, “Hey Nora. He ran off. How has your day been?”

Nora fell in to step next to him and picked up her straight black hair that was plastered to her with sweat, “Not bad. I almost put Letitia in a coma today.”

I laughed, “I’m sure she appreciated that. How did you do it?”

“Household Weapons class. I found out that a wooden chair is a lot harder than I expected. Unfortunately, so did Letitia’s head.”

“Did she go to the medic?”

“Nah, she was too hungry. She says they are serving some sort of bisque today.”

“Sounds good. Oh, and I need to tell you about a rumor I heard this morning.”

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