I Became The Academy's Disabled Student Novels & Stories

Jake left the basketball court very pissed. He needed somewhere to blow the heat off. He asked his underlings to bring a boy he usually bully to the back of the class. He waited there for two minutes and Charles, a timid need, was dragged in. Charles is in class B the same final year as Jake but has a disability. He can’t hear and see properly so he uses hearing aids and glasses. Jake walks up to his underlings and kicks them. ‘What took you so damn long!’

We faced the podium when our teacher Sir Grand spoke. "Good morning students of Iliaden. My apology for waking you up this early even if it's weekend. As you all know, I have an important announcement." The students nodded and began to whisper. "Six students have ace in their studies and can now be promoted as Seniors. May we call on Bruno Esguerra from district four, Angel Marie Natividad from district two, Jade Diana Wang from district five, Jaxon Minares from district five, Valerio Addison from district four and the last but not the least ... Ms. Iris Franchesca Quaison from district five. "

Taylor answered, keeping his voice casual. Adrian studied him and asked, “What’s your name, young man? I don’t recall receiving an application from someone with a disability.” Taylor glanced down, realizing the misunderstanding. He stood up, answering, “I can walk just fine, sir. But to be a good wheelchair basketball coach, I need to walk the talk. I’ve been practicing for the past two hours.” He extended his hand, saying, “Taylor West, sir.” An assistant approached Adrian and whispered something in his ear.

“There must be a mistake somewhere! I didn’t lie about anything!” “Are you calling me a liar?!” He snarls. “You don’t belong here, Miss Bradley. You never did. This academy is for the elite, not for poor little girls who steal their way in.” That's it. I knew he was going to drag his degrading attitude into this abusive confrontation. This is exactly what Ria warned me about Professor Garris and his abusive use of power to destroy students he deems unworthy and crushing anyone who doesn’t fit his disgusting, narrow definition of ‘deserving’.

He was so upset that his throat closed up, and he could only shake his head in reply. Jared had drunk too much wine, so he was leaning against the wall for support. He reached out to pat Ian gently on the shoulder. "Having a physical disability doesn't mean that your willpower is similarly crippled, Ian. You'll have a great career ahead of you. Once you've amassed enough power, nobody will dare laugh at you anymore." It took a while for Ian to find his voice. "I can't do anything right now. I'm still a burden to Mom and Yvonne…"

He was clearly pleased with the audience’s reaction, his eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. But just at that moment, the giant screen behind him suddenly flickered. The slideshow of our photos vanished, replaced by a video of him and Lily fooling around in the lounge. The footage was fully censored, but the audio played loud and clear. His voice, dripping with arrogance and filth, echoed through the room. “I love how filthy you are. Always wearing skirts with nothing underneath. “Ria? She’s an idiot. So easy to fool. She actually believes you’re sweet and innocent. We didn’t get to swap the babies, but I’ll handle it. I’ll make her think your kid is her godson. That way, only our child

Yorick bursts into the room right behind her, his phone to his ear. “Mom, I need your help. A ... student at the Academy got kicked in her knee, dislocating it. Mom you have to help her or she’ll get expelled from the Academy,” he says. Oh shit. That thought hadn’t yet occurred to me. I swallow the bile in my stomach, partly from the pain in my knee and partly from the idea of losing the last year of my life before bonding with Stellan. “Excuse me! This is MY hospital. You are not in charge here. I don’t know who you think you are, or who you think you can call to help Ms. Teymoori, but get out and stop distracting me,” the doctor growls.

He asks, sitting back casually, hands folded and resting gently on his desk, waiting for my response. "Tell them the truth. Katrina is incredibly powerful but is behind on her studies. She grew up on Earth under the pretense that the gods and goddesses were mythological beings. It is in her best interest, along with the other students at the academy, that she be given an around-the-clock tutor to access at any time." "And why, out of all of our teachers here at the academy, is the youngest professor the one tutoring her?" Simmins asks, his line of questioning proving that once upon a time, he served in my father's army and wanted to be prepared for the mission I was sending him on.

"Don't blame yourself, Linda. It's not your fault. She was greedy and obsessed—that's why she ended up like this. She brought it on herself." My thoughts were dragged back to two years ago when they mentioned the healing academy. I was four years older than Linda. I had just graduated the year she took the college entrance exam. I knew early on I couldn't rely on this family. I could only count on myself. So, I fought my way into a top-tier academy. Within the four years, I ranked first in my class every year. I finally earned a direct admission to one of Centrill City's top three healing academies.

She let out a scoff as she slowly withdrew it. “You really have to come out of your shell if you want to survive in RavenHigh.” She said and I let out a deep breath. I picked up my pen and wrote on one of my books. “Can you just leave me the hell alone?” She picked it and read it. I was expecting her to hiss and leave but instead she laughed and her eyes gleamed with amusement. “So you hear what I was saying. I actually thought you were deaf and was beginning to wonder when RavenHigh began to allow disabled students into the school.” She said as more laughter bubbled in her throat.