Chapter 17 Play time
As the hands on the classroom clock moved closer to the next mark, the atmosphere in the room changed. The crayons were down, the papers half-doodled, and the glitter had finally settled...mostly. Art time was coming to a close, and the kids could sense what was next.
Alina didn’t even need to say it.
Play time.
The second that thought passed through the room, Drake was already halfway in the air, wiggling with excitement.
"It’s play time, it’s play time! I’m gonna fly! No—I’m gonna race Luna! No—wait maybe I’ll build a fort out of Booooo!" he shouted, spinning in place.
His excitement practically set the air on fire.
Alina smiled, watching the way his amber eyes lit up like a tiny bonfire, his fluffy hair bouncing with every movement.
Even Vlad Jr., usually so composed and elegant, had a faint sparkle in his red eyes. He carefully placed his drawing back into his royal folder and straightened his collar, but the soft hum under his breath betrayed him.
"Finally," he whispered to himself. "The real fun begins."
And then—
RIIIIING!!
The bell rang.