A Step at a Time

"Jeanette no!", "Drink it!"

The two chased each other around like cats and dogs.

Jeanette forces me to drink her new tea recipe that she found but she never touched the kitchen before both in the past and the present.

"Ew!"

The „tea‟ was an ugly shade of yellow and smells spicy.

"What did you put in there?" she stopped and her pupils turned big, "Ginger, yellow tea leaf,passionflower and lemon"

My face was in distraught thinking of all the ingredients listed. „What is inside her head?‟

"Della! Aren‟t you supposed to go to school?"

Jolting away from Jeanette, I caught up with Jonathan.

"Is Jeanette „inventing‟ tea recipe again?"

"You should scold her", "As if she would‟ve listen"

I rolled my eyes, „the two still the same‟.

The class was solemn dead. In a good way or a formal way if you could describe it.

A boy entered the class with the most unimpressed face ever. He had this black raven hair and dark brown eyes, having a piercing on his right ear and a hand in his jean‟s pocket.

"I am Rowan Wonderlad"

"Tell me bit about you Wonder boy?", "Wonder boy?"

I blow the pink bubblegum in to a big balloon with my head laying on my palm and a cup in my other.

"This is the first time anyone give me a nickname"

"Dude, once you enter this academy, we‟re all equal" a red hair girl said, her name is Pacifica.

"Still, I‟m the arch-", "Oh shut up, the archduke‟s grandson is still the same as everyone else"

He rolled his eyes at Jeanette‟s words. "Now tell us about yourself wonder boy"

He sighed in defeat, "So my grandparents are archduke and archduchess Wonderlad of Lune Dalxi"

Pacifica‟s head was on my right shoulder and Jeanette‟s on the left. Jonathan and his elf friend, Lindir Berry sat there also having their lunch.

"Why were you here then?"

"To study"

Pacifica rolled her eyes out of annoyance, "Rich boy" she growled under her breath.

"Like any purpose why do want to study magic?"

"I need to continue the house of course, like I‟m part of Wonderlad, the bluest blood in the kingdom"

"Hey Berry, are we going to your house tonight?" "If you want to"

Me, Jeanette, Jonathan and Rowan held baskets inside filled with snacks, blankets, pillows and clothes.

"His house is so pretty"

In front of us was Lindir‟s house. A white wood built house with a large spacious porch with two rocking chairs there. Something like your grandma‟s house, ones that you missed visiting after a long time.