Not Your Average Fairy Tale (Not Your Average Fairy Tale #1) by Chantele Sedgwick Read Free Book Online Page A

papers scattered near his feet. "Must have gotten you pretty good."
    He swore under his breath as he walked over and sat down in the desk chair. I laughed and handed him his papers.
    "So, today was interesting. My assignment is …" I paused, trying to come up with the right word. "Difficult."
    I sat down on my bed and pulled out a sheet of paper, attempting to write my first day notes for Lady Shenelle.
    "Really? What's she like?"
    "I told you. She's difficult. She threw an apple at me. An apple. At me." I paused. "Oh. And she called me a genie."
    He laughed, swiveling in the desk chair and pushing himself toward my bed. "Not everyone worships you, Ash. This may do you some good. The genie part sucks, though."
    I raised an eyebrow at the first bit. "No one worships me."
    Sam started talking about some girl he wanted to ask out. I ignored him as I jotted down some notes.
    "Am I interrupting?"
    My eyes flew to the doorway. Misty, Lady Shenelle's other apprentice, stood there, clutching a stack of pink papers in her hands.
    Sam jumped to his feet. His mouth dropped open slightly, and he extended a hand. "Sam Ellwater," he said. "It's a pleasure."
    Her cheeks reddened. "Misty." She looked embarrassed and cleared her throat. "Sorry, I need to talk to Ash for a second."
    Sam gestured toward me and I shrugged.
    "I was wondering if you got your notes written?" she asked.
    "Oh, um …" I glanced down at the paper in my hand and the pitiful few sentences I had managed to write.
    Kendall Corrigan: Age 16
    Wish #: Have people be normal around her. Not very original, but whatever.
    First Impression: Cute. Blonde hair. Has sad eyes. Pretty good arm.
    "Those are your notes?" They said in unison.
    I scowled at them, and Misty stifled a laugh.
    "It's my first day. Relax," I said.
    "I have, like, three pages from my first day," Misty said.
    "You're a girl. You like to write notes. Probably took up half the page with cutesy hearts and flowers."
    Her cheeks flushed, and she hugged her papers to her chest.
    "I have two pages, and I don't decorate mine," Sam muttered.
    "You're with Master Time. Of course you have more interesting things to write about."
    "Not really. My assignment needed an extra hour to study before some huge test. I spent half of it watching him drool on his math paper after he fell asleep. He ended up failing. Poor kid."
    I rolled my eyes. "These notes will have to do. I can't think of anything else to write."
    "You're totally going to fail," Misty said.
    I ignored her. "Tomorrow I’ll try to convince her to make her second wish. I'm sure I can get it out of her."
    "I haven't gotten any wishes yet," Misty said. Her lips drew into a pout. "My assignment is annoying. He hit on me within the first five minutes."
    I laughed. "That means I'm winning, then."
    "It's not a race," she said.
    "It is now," I said.
    "No, it's not!"
    "Break it up, you two," Sam said.
    She glared at me. "I have to go, anyway. I have another appointment with my assignment." She gave us an awkward smile and left.
    "She's hot,” Sam said. “I've always wanted to ask her out."
    "You can have her."
    "Thanks." Sam said. "So according to your amazing notes, your assignment is pretty cute then?"
    I thought about Kendall. Her short blonde hair and the horrified look on her face when she thought I was a stalker. I laughed.
    "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I said.
    “You never answered my question.”
    "She’d be even cuter without that scar on her cheek."
    "Scar?"
    "Yeah. From a car accident or something." I waved him away from my notes again.
    "Besides that, she's cute?"
    "She has nice legs." I smiled. "Blindingly white, but nice."
    Sam burst out laughing. "If I were her, and you said that to me, I would slap that grin right off your face."
    I laughed. "Like I would ever say that to her."
    "Well, if you do, make sure I'm there. I've always wanted to see a girl beat the crap out of you."
    "Like that would ever happen. Besides, I can just kick your butt instead." I