Richard was a, well, exquisite dancer. He elaborated any move he could into something that ended with me in tangled feet, arms dangling helplessly alongside. I suspect he must have been practising since he was two. 

Richard winced at my horrible dancing, attempting to keep cheering on, "It's really easy, just lift your le- OH NO, you look lik-"

"It'd be better if you didn't mention that." I couldn't dance to save my life. I was born with two left feet belonging to a giraffe-hippo hybrid. 

I sneakily hinted to the, now tortilla terminating coach, that me and Richard weren't the best practice dancers together. But, the teacher just dismissed my pleas as "temporary". For what I was compelled to perform such diabolical acts of self destruction, I am still not aware. 

"How are you even doing that?" Richard was currently swirling in circles, balancing on a leg, arms moving fluidly with the beat. 

"Doing what? This?" He asked, pointing towards himself, "Come on, it's the utmost lucid move propound in the explicit novel o-" I stopped listening after that. 

By the end of PE, I had yet managed to end up in an entwine even more frequently. 

"So, what did you learn today?" I questioned Alan, utterly disgusted by the way he devoured his cheeseburger while hurrying towards the notice board. Alan pantomimed about how he discovered that Branda was secretly revolted of lizards. Sometimes, it was oddly soothing to know that your sibling did something 10 times worse than you. 

Before Alan could proceed to blabber anything else, we stopped in front of the notice board. 

STUDENT JUBILEE FOR THE ACADEMIC YEAR

All prodigies are requested to join the celebrations for the 60th running year of our college, which is to be held in two weeks. We also will be joined by minister Avery to continue out journey into the lustrous new age. 

for further information please contact the school head secretary. 

signed

principal 

No wonder we were made to practice dancing! That's it. I wasn't going there just to make a fool out of myself. 

"No." 

"But why?"

"If you're anticipating for me to take off my shoe and shatter your head with it, then keep waiting- only five more seconds." I said with firm testimony. Doe had been bugging me from the past couple of hours to join the grand jubilee, but I imperiously rejected the "suggestion". 

Doe shuffled a ridiculously safe distance and kept on arguing her case. "UGH," I clutched one of her distended pillows and hurled it at her, "Fine, If I accomplish to find a partner for that hideous thing, I might consider it, " and before Doe could exclaim a whoop of success, I added, "But, my partner has to ask me out, not the other way round." There. I had a bad but acceptable habit of setting false and impossible conditions for stuff I didn't want to do.  Yeah, I'm an evil genius. 

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "Who're you going with?" Doe flushed burgundy from head to toe and refused to accept the fact that she'd already decided her date. If it's Alan, which it is, I am going to be sick. But its not like I care. 

"I know you witch. "

"Did you hear that?" My heart sunk to my stomach. Again? Doe rewarded me with bemused expressions. Okay, I need to revise my dark dweller lesson now. I don't recall anything about spooky voices in your head, but I've got to triple check. 

But hey, these things can happen to dark dwellers anytime. I remember a witch who started seeing black spots in her vision. When I implored if she had seen a physic, she promptly said no and that she had only seen black spots, and never a physic. Strange.

"Uhh nothing, something I ate." I excused myself. In the dark dweller areas, it was a passable excuse. 

"If it's the cafeteria food, I'm going to piece you with Alan, and stick 'genes' at you forehead." Typical Doe. If you made threats while wearing an absurd pile of glitter, that kind of cancelled them out. 

As much as I wanted to rip the glitter out of Doe, I merely conjured a glass of water atop her head and shunned her by ducking under my blanket. This kind of trick lasted for 3 seconds befo-

I yelped. A pearly whiter face with colourless eyes grinned at me, although nearly toothless. I could see its dimples clearly, but its edges were bleared. Doe was an extraordinary witch, though she mastered the art of summoning, with was summoning dead sprits to do your bidding. 

It was't clear yet why only some of the sprits could be called, no matter how powerful you were. That field of haziness was unexplored. 

In a fit of annoyance, I passed a hand through the sprit's nose (this really ticked them off) and it frowned at me and dissipated. Judging by my Doe's whole hearted smirk, she hadn't minded giving me a near heart attack. 

ugh. 

Another PE class? I am going to bunk this. There is absolutely no way I will "dance" with Richard again. Or any other boy for that matter. 

Its surprising tedious to steal past the (still) substitute teacher, I of course, am a genius so I contrive. I stole noiselessly towards the principal's office. Humans.

I usually sit by the farthest end of the ancient waiting room outside the office– its already insalubrious and not many know it exists– and spend my time there. It's not like I waste my time sitting in a dingy old room, and if I'm caught, all I have to do is feign that I mixed up the rooms. Like I mentioned I'm a geni-

Somebody's already in there.