It took us 17 days to clean up the library and even after our job was done we had to help the workers build a new set of stairs through the hole in the ceiling and when that didn't work out, we had to make a raised platform thats triggered by weight. We literally made it for ourselves since it could only carry a maximum of 3 people and our initials were pasted on its glass walls. Always Phoebe, Medaline and I were the first to ascend to the second floor in it. It was a short ride but it was so satisfying! "We make such a good team," Medaline commented, staring towards the sky as we entered the outdoor courtyard. "We are good at fighting crime together, creating good art as well as destruction but then again from chaos comes order. We're really good at chaos," she said squinting slightly. "Uryah is not going have us replant that tree, is he," Phoebe asked with a tired sigh. She had dark circles under her eyes and usual bright skin was pale. "Are you okay," I asked

Madeline stopped by a grey bedroom before we went back down stairs. She cringed as she had struggled to see inside the dark room but I found my sight perfectly adjusted. There was no one in the room, after a few seconds of squinting into the shadows she closed the door and we went downstairs. We found Phoebe munching on a bowl of cereal, cuddling a pillow on the couch. Medaline gasped at the sight and I found myself dying of laughter as I sat beside her. "Seriously, you weren't even making an effort," Madeline said loudly, staring at her friend with wide eyes. Phoebe gave a careless shrug, slapping my fingers away from her cereal. I pouted and folded my arms. "I knew you would come to your senses soon enough," Phoebe said curtly, causing Madeline to roll her eyes. The sound of someone entering the house, directed our attention to the front door. There was a tall handsome man entering the house. He was tall with dark hair and his eyes were blue.

I have never had a boyfriend. I was always too shy or too nerdy or too unapproachable. I was alienated by design, by a system that chose the girl with the flawless olive skin, small waist, long skinny legs, small breasts and always smiled. The perfectly unrealistic girl because even if her personality and body were on point, her life was a lie. The road that she took to get where she was, that road was grim. Painted with blood, sweat, tears, hatred, disgust…I could go on but I may never stop. The boys in high school wanted that perfect girl because she was the perfect girl. I was never the perfect girl. I didn't smile when a guy told a very disrespectful joke and furthermore I wasn't very approachable. For the first 2 years at high school, I was bullied by this guy. He would say the most disrespectful things that you could say to a teenage girl. I hated high school. Elverton seemed different. Everyone seemed comfortable and I appreciated the fact that the femal

Nurse Anderson said that I was okay. He gave me some medicine for the headaches and recommended that I see a grand mage to put up mental blocks against Xerxes. It was a good idea but I admittedly had no intention of blocking out my father. His presence fueled my rage that fed my magic. Though I was a bit cautious where my magic was concerned. My mother was magi and so was her mother and many more before her. I didn't want to break the line by performing dark magic just to rid Xerxes, who was still my father. I felt perplexed, standing on the line of good and bad. My mother was good, I wanted to do my best to be good also. I guess I should have taken that step by accepting Silas as whatever we were. I sighed, wrapping my arms around my body as I stepped out into the orange glow of the evening sun. The pale silver building seemed to glow in its radiance. I slowed as I stepped unto the pavement and observed Silas sitting by one of the benches before the infirmary.

Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Someone was chanting my name and it was getting on my nerves. I groaned while massaging my temple, following the thought as best as I could. It was a man's voice. I figured that he was a recent student at Elverton because at one point he was bad mouthing one of the Professors and sucking up to the director. The strange things people do when no one is watching. I rounded a corner and my eyes narrowed at the admissions office. It wasn't a very large room. It had a huge desk in the centre with a lot of cabinets and draws pressed against the wall. The desk held a very expensive looking and modern computer but not classy enough for the brown haired blue eyed man staring at it with a disappointing frown. I stepped onto the brown tiled floors, walking past several cushioned seats as I approached the desk. I paused in front of it staring at the man with narrowed eyes. "What," I said in an impatient tone but it