Magic Academy: Finding My Mate

Raven My father is looking straight ahead, silently driving me to where my grandmother will pick me up and take me to my new school. Occasionally, he will throw me a glance of concern, but I'm working hard to ignore him by staring out through the window. "You know this is the right decision, even if it's hard..." I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Tears are clawing at the back of my eyes, yet I refuse to give in and cry. My father has repeatedly told me that leaving me at Magic Academy is the hardest decision he has ever made. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't born yesterday. My father is trying to get rid of me, dump the problem child onto someone else, and I can't blame him. There is magic coursing in my veins, yet I can't conjure the most simple of spells. I'm a complete failure. When I get angry, I make things explode or catch fire, and after having baked my old school, my father suffered a mental breakdown. He doesn't know how to handle me,

"Raven, what is taking you so long?" My grandmother's voice got me picking up the mirror in a rush. Seeing my father frozen hurts me in a way I'm not ready for, so I lock my eyes on the ground while sprinting past him. "Sorry," I apologize with a grimace. "I was just shocked to see Lucy." Surprise flickers in my grandmother's eyes. "He let you call him Lucy?" I nod, and she smiles, satisfied with my answer. "Why don't you head inside the portal, dear? I will be right with you as soon as I'm finished here." "Okay..." I walk for the portal but stop myself from entering. "I wish you didn't have to take away his memories." "It's for his safety." "I know..." I mumble. My grandmother seems troubled, and I notice color draining from her face as she glances at my father. "Removing memories from someone you love is never easy, and if you aren't careful, those memories will come rushing towards you." My heart sque

I follow my grandmother through a herd of whispering students. Then, finally, they let us pass by, backing away from our path. But that doesn't help calm down my nerves—everyone is gossiping about me already, wondering what my house will end up being. A girl flicks her long hair. "They must sort her into the house of fire, considering her powers." That's right. It will probably be the house of fire for me. A guy shakes his head at the girl. "No way! That would be too obvious—her house will be the water one!" Ugh. Please don't say that! The last thing I want is to become buddy-buddies with Daisy! "Well, it definitely can't be earth." A girl I don't know scowls at me before whispering to her friends. "She doesn't look like someone who values dedication." Ouch. Although true, that comment stung. "Raven!" My grandmother calls for me. She has stopped walking and is now standing before a mirror, holding up her hand as if meaning I sh

I'm having trouble sleeping the first night in my new bed. So many times, I wake up drenched in a cold sweat. I'm seventeen, and I've heard it's normal to dream about your mate before you turn eighteen, but my dreams aren't romantic in the slightest. All the events of today: my father getting his memories erased, by bump into Blake, finding out my grandmother might hide the truth about my mother's death, and then get sorted into the air house—got my mind spinning in circles. I close my eyes again, determined to fall back asleep, and almost immediately, I'm pulled back into dreamland. This dream is calmer and less chaotic—I'm sitting on top of my bed with the moonlight coming in through an open window. The scene is beautiful, but something is odd. I have the vision of everything happening around me, but my emotions aren't my own; it's like I'm sharing them with someone else. Is this a vision of the future? Something rustles, and I turn

Countless coffee cups are scattered over our table, and Hayden is talking animatedly about how he offended a werewolf girl he dated by buying her a necklace in silver. Long story short—she slapped him, which seems to be a regular occurrence at Magic Academy. Hayden appears to be a bit of a casanova with his charming abilities."You really shouldn't date people before finding your mate Hayden; your mate isn't going to end up wanting you," Hayley states and sighs at her brother, who is still laughing from the werewolf story."What's the fun in staying single? I turned eighteen ages ago, and I have yet to find my mate—flirting is essential to survive."Hayley looks like she might want to slap her brother for the second time today. Her jaw is resting in the palm of her hand, and her eyes casually flicker to mine."What about you, Raven? Are you excited about your eighteenth birthday?" She asks.I put down my coffee, and a nervous smile touc