The Seven (Fist of Light Series) Read Online Free PDF

appreciate an additional day in my presence.”
    Feigning an innocent look, I grabbed a seat near the back, next to Jas, without comment. I did a quick head count and came up with another fourteen students who were doing hard time. A deathly silence enshrouded the classroom. Apparently Mrs. Nettles wasn’t one to make idle threats.
    I dug a quarter out of my wallet. When in agony from prolonged exposure to complete boredom, loose change is an ingenuous solution. Holding it upright with one finger, I flicked one side of the quarter. As expected, it started spinning like a top. When it neared the right hand corner of the desk, I merely flicked it again toward the left. It’s possible that I had too much free time when uninterested previously, and this amusement was a byproduct. Even if it was a skill that had no practical use whatsoever, I was genuinely proud of the talent. Before the quarter could come too far toward the left, I flicked it again with my left forefinger. It seemed like hours before the quarter actually became in danger of stopping or falling off the side of the desk.
    The quarter approached the topmost side of the desk, where there was a depression in the plastic. So far, I had avoided close proximity to it, but this time I was too leisurely in reacting. I knew that once it went any farther, the quarter was going to lose its gyration and create quite a clamor when it fell to the floor. That would not be good for my relationship with Mrs. Nettles, and I didn’t think that I would like to see her again so soon. My hands went toward my face in an act of restless anxiety as I willed the quarter to keep spinning in a downward direction. In every other instance, of course, that hadn’t done any good.
    This time was different. I felt the energy as it was projected at the quarter, my will tethered to it. The quarter stopped its upward slope toward the top of the desk and came to rest in the middle, revolving rapidly. I put my hands down and stared. The coin was still spinning, though I hadn’t expended any more will toward it. Glancing nonchalantly around the room, I checked to see if anyone else had noticed. Each person was ruled out one by one, until my questing eyes reached Jas. He was staring openly at the coin, eyes bulging. I concealed the coin quickly with my hand, effectively stopping its unnatural rotation.
    I took one look at Jas’ flabbergasted face and decided to wait for the rest of the allotted time to tick down with no more tricks to alleviate my boredom. It took forever and a year before Mrs. Nettles looked up from her grungy paperback to address the class. I hadn’t even noticed that she had started reading.
    “That’s all for today, children. Though, I’m quite sure it won’t be the last time we meet. You rotten things never learn. Now off with you! Shoo!”
    Her voice contained more pompous arrogance than I thought possible. I snatched my backpack from where I had slung it over the chair, the motion mimicked all across the room as every kid did their best to escape under Mrs. Nettle’s watchful eye. I made it outside the door before remembering Jas. It would probably be an understatement to say I was out of it.
    “This way,” Jas said, preoccupied. He stared at me for a second. “I suspected you had power.”
    I figured it best to remain silent. We were going toward the football field, where presumably there was a back exit. What kind of power did he think I possessed? What’d I even do, spin a quarter? And, if he knew that I controlled even a shred of something , it seemed reasonable to assume that he also possessed power beyond the ordinary.
    “There was a certain… resonance. I was fairly confident it corresponded with Emily’s. She knows there was something different about me, and avoids me like the plague. She didn’t avoid you. And that chick… She’s got power in spades.”
    “Em? What’re you talking about? What power?”
    We had reached the stadium, but instead of