6
" While I waited for Eli, I contemplated my eggs and bacon for a couple of minutes, and then got up and threw the contents of my breakfast tray into the garbage. Something inside the trash can growled, and I realized too late that I’d forgotten to sort out my silverware. A moment later the fork came hurtling out of the can like a missile and whacked me in the forehead.
“Hey,” I said as I rubbed my stinging skin. Good thing I hadn’t used a knife this morning.
A head covered in scraggly brown hair emerged over the top of the can. The trash troll fixed a glare at me with its huge black eyes. It looked like a really ugly, twisted version of a Mr. Potato Head with a head and torso twice as long as its stubby legs and arms. It bared its teeth at me, mumbling incoherent words.
It dawned on me that I was being scolded. By a trash troll. Glaring, I shooed at it. “Go on, get back in there. It was just an accident.”
The troll muttered something more then stuck its tongue out at me before disappearing. I backed away from the trash can, on the lookout for more projectiles. It seemed even the trash trolls had developed their own spirit of rebellion, same as us students. "
― Mindee Arnett , The Nightmare Dilemma (The Arkwell Academy, #2)
7
" By the time I emerged from the end of the Gauntlet, my eye had almost swollen shut.
Coach Fritz grinned when he spotted me. “Run into trouble, did you?”
“Nope. I’m just trying to start a new fashion trend—black-eye foundation,” I said, cupping a hand over my eye. The pain made me forget the dangers of mouthing off, but to my shock, Fritz chuckled.
“Well, then, I’d say you’re off to a great start.”
Asshole.
But Fritz’s sudden receptiveness to my sarcasm put me on edge, and I dropped all the snark from my voice as I said, “Um, can I go to the infirmary?”
Fritz’s grin widened. “I don’t think that’s necessary. A little bruising never hurt anyone. You can wait until after class.”
“But I have detention after class.”
Fritz’s shoulders rose and fell in an exaggerated shrug. “Not my problem. But I’m sure the teacher will understand if you’re late.” Something about Fritz’s triumphant tone told me that he knew very well who my detention was with and that Corvus would be about as understanding as a swarm of pissed-off killer bees. "
― Mindee Arnett , The Nightmare Dilemma (The Arkwell Academy, #2)
8
" With an uneven number in class today, I ended up practicing with the teacher.
Not that I minded. Mr. Deverell was young, and even though I swore I would never say such a thing about a teacher, super-hot. In his early twenties at most, he had shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and pale hazel eyes that looked like two pieces of polished river rock. He hailed from somewhere down south, but his accent was slight, just enough of a drawl to be attractive. The first moment he spoke, every girl in the class went gaga. Except for me, of course. I managed to internalize all my gaga. Well, mostly. If you didn’t count the drooling. "
― Mindee Arnett , The Nightmare Dilemma (The Arkwell Academy, #2)
10
" You should go to the infirmary,” Selene said, the tiniest hint of concern in her voice.
“I can’t,” Lance said, not looking at her. “Not now.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because they’ll want to know what happened to him and where,” said Eli.
I frowned, coming to grips with the truth that we weren’t going to turn Lance in. Only, who was I kidding? I’d known from the start we weren’t going to. He was our best clue yet, but if the sheriff found out he’d been there, who knew when we’d have access to him next.
Holy crap, I’m turning into Eli. "
― Mindee Arnett , The Nightmare Dilemma (The Arkwell Academy, #2)
