A message pops up on my phone screen and I look at it while Tristian sits in front of me on my bed. "Meet me in common room immediately." It's says. A message by Alex. And it looks urgent. Did he get it?
"What is it? You looks distracted." Tristian asks.
"Uh.. it's nothing…" I tug my hair behind my ear. "What were you saying?"
"I didn't say anything." His eyes observe me carefully. I hope he dosen't get an idea of what the fuck is brewing inside my head.
"Tessa told me that she heard you have a problem with the Shadow Society."
He sighs. "It's an old tale. I don't like their old ways of doing everything. If they ruled over all of it, this academy would have been only for werewolves or for witches. They can't take in the fact that Werewolves and witches can live in harmony."
"Oh. That's terrible." <
"I was inside the basement of Branson and I found out that there was a book taken from the library.""How are you sure that it is from the library?" I ask."Have you not noticed that one shelf in the library has one book missing. I mean if you look at the library shelves carefully, there is a number above each shelf. It doesn't signify the number sequence but the total number of books in the shelf. I counted that shelf once and found out that one book was missing. That means only one thing is possible…""The book is the missing key to the shelf that opens the secret door to the secret library.""Bingo. I have got that book with me here." He gestured at his sling that I noticed him carrying when entering my room. I was sure that he had the material needed in it."So, what do we do now?""The plan is pret
Thinking about what happened just a few minutes ago, I wonder how I would be able to concentrate on getting the job done. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him about it. Then I would have had a more clear mind. Right now, all I can think about is what he said to me. But my steps keep closing near the library. Alex told me to wait behind one of the walls while he distracts Branson and brings him out of the library. He gave me the book beforehand to get in and open the door for the shelf which I can picture clearly in my mind.The voice of Branson talking with Alex start fading away which means that they are walking away from the library. I take the opportunity and step inside the library. It's very quiet and there are no people around. We chose this time because it's the time the library opens, so no one would be around. Not yet. As per his plan, I have thirty minutes in my hand to do the job. I look around the library to search for the shelf that
Why? Why is this happening to me at this point? I think about the situation that happened a few minutes before as I walk upstairs to my dorm. I am tired. Tired of doing things which are not even my business. Can't the academy teachers handle it themselves? Why put pressure on us students? It's all Professor Sheila's fault. I shouldn't have trusted her in the first place. Maybe she set all this up and is now relaxing in her room while my friends are arguing with me.I step inside my room and Tessa comes to me. Her forehead creases as she observes me. "Where were you for so long? I was so worried! Can you not stay in your room for one second?" I don't reply and walk ahead to my bed, ignoring all the shouts and scolds coming from Tessa. I can't do this right now with Tessa. "And where is Alex? Did he leave early?" I don't say a word and just lie down on my bed, feeling blank and depressed. She sighs and sits beside me. "Please don't do things so
"Yes Miss Hemsworth. Feel free to voice your opinion." Professor Sheila says.I tug a strand of my hair behind my ear. I was never this scared before in my class lectures. But today,when so many potential minds have the attention towards me, then it's quite scary. " I do agree with your point. It is valid. We lost one of our friends. But I won't blame the academy for it. Neither will I blame anyone here other than me. The regret of not being able to save a friend even when you possibly could have is heavier than any burden in this world." I grit my teeth to not let those tears loose. I don't want to cry in front of the class. " But I do not agree with what you said after that. You said that we are the future of this mystical world. And that is the main point. We are the future. We will be the next ones in the line who would be shouldering the responsibility to protect our community and the human division. But how will we do that if we step aw
The sky looks dark, hidden with grey clouds that hide the sun. They match my inner self. Dark and depressed. I look at the black dress resting on my bed. It was a dress I thought I would be wearing at parties. It is decent enough so I chose it today. Never thought that I have to wear it like this.Tessa holds my shoulder. "Let's get ready." Her voice is soft and sad. I nod my head and start getting ready.I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.Half an hour later, Tessa and I walk out of the doors of the academy building. More students walk out with us. There are
"A ball! Salty sugars!!!!!" Tessa jumps on the bed, the poor thing probably on the verge of breaking."Calm down girl. I already broke a piece of furniture and I don't want you to add up to that!" I say."Yippee!!!" She sits on the bed and looks at the card in her hand. The academy recently planned a ball party for us students to lighten up our moods. And even though it appears like just a party, it's probably a chance for the students to find their potential partners and share a dance with them. I already know who I want to go with. "Oh, Cinn! It'll be so much fun.""Look, who's saying. You weren't the ones into parties. I know what changed your mind. Or better to say, who." I strain on the 'who' which makes her blush like a tomato."But aren't you excited too? What if the Alpha asks you out for the dance, hun?" She wiggles her eyebrows, now making me the captiv
I hold the bedsheet and clutch it between the suppression of my fingers while my eyes stream down tears. It has almost made the bed wet. Tessa is in the auditorium hall, working in my place to manage everything. After she saw my condition,she tried soothing my nerves, but I was in no mood to go back to my usual self. She understood that and told me to rest while she handled it. I'm sorry Tessa, for judging you. I thought she has stopped liking me because she is with Peter. But I was so fucking wrong! She was there for me from the beginning and what was I doing? Judging her and her choices. I cry more, my hair strands thrown apart in the bed. Even Sia is silent and sad. I could feel Ash's pain when Tristian was saying those things to me.How could I do this to him? Maybe, Jessica was right. I don't deserve him. I am too much for him. He deserves a nice woman who won't—wont break his trust! Won't break it! Which I did! Even after he told
"Ugh!!!" I throw the last dress on the floor, frustrated by the less amount of choices I have. Why don't I have a good dress at all? Am I poor for now? After Peter told me about Tristian's past yesterday, he gave me an idea that can work. The ball is a great way for people to come together and if I can steal the show with my appearance then maybe I would be able to get close to him. But there is no good dress for that!"I think you should wear the dress you designed for me." Tessa says, putting the dresses back to their respective hangers."No, Tess. I made that for you.""But it's beautiful and you need it more right now!" She counters. She knows about Peter's plan because she is his girlfriend right now. And they together came up with the plan to go for a triple date at the ball. Yes, that is a thing too. Peter, Tessa and I. Like the sausage in the middle of the hot dog buns. It sounds so weir