Muses Academy Reviews Complaints Novels & Stories

“It’s her fault. And the system’s for letting it go this far. Not yours. Not ours. We exposed the truth. That’s all we did.” My phone buzzed on the nightstand, Aldric calling. Seraphiel answered on speaker. Aldric’s voice was tight. “You two okay?” I swallowed. “We saw. She’s really gone.” A long pause. “Yeah. The lawyer just called. University is issuing a statement condemning false accusations and offering support to all affected parties. They’re fast-tracking the review of my evidence packet. GoFundMe is fully shut down, funds frozen for refunds.” Seraphiel asked the question I couldn’t. “How bad is the online shit?”

Someone chanting. Ethan swaying slightly, grinning at the camera. “Professor Moore is so—” he laughed, slurred, “—so fucking sexy.” Cheers erupted around him. “She doesn’t even know—” The video cut abruptly. Her ears rang. Another email. Another parent: My daughter is in your Government 101 section. This is wildly inappropriate. Another: We expect the university to take swift action. She switched to I*******m. Hundreds of DMs. Female students furious:

"Mercury's in retrograde for Nexara. The cards don't lie—the company's luck is rotten in June, and July's looking just as bad. Hit me up for a reading if you want to know more. DM for details." There was strength in numbers. Someone dug up everyone involved in the incident and made a startling discovery. All 32 of them were students from an Acorn League prep class. "The sky is falling. How can people like this get into the Acorn League? Those colleges are beyond saving." "The Acorn League colleges are probably going, 'Don't look at us. We didn't take them, really!'" The post's view count quickly surpassed 50 million, and the comment section was flooded with condemnation.

Mia says confused. “Yeah! I felt so stupid. Everyone was staring at me. Interestingly enough, they showed me the confirmation email, which did not go to my email. It went to Annoymous352,” I said, annoyed. “Oh wow, how very sneaky of them,” I nod, equally stunned as she. “And excuse me, why is it so bad for you to be seen, Faith? Would it kill you to not try to be invisible?” “Mia, how dare you.” I feign hurt. And I lean in to whisper, “I’m on the shortlist to get accepted into the ACN University. I have to practice now if I want to pass the exams.” Mia stares at me, completely flabbergasted.

It makes me sick. I unblocked Carl. I saw his latest posts. [Here's the account of the ugly girl from yesterday. She's been sending me pictures, trying to bother me. Everyone, watch out!] [She's from the music academy. If she shows up at the music festival, we've got to teach her a lesson.] Carl was too embarrassed to admit we had had an online fling, so he claimed I was bothering him. His mindless followers invaded my comments. I tried to explain that Carl was mistaken, but they would not listen.

I take a couple steps and when I realize they aren’t following I turn around with a hand on my hip and ask, “What?” Magnolia’s the one to speak and she looks shocked as she says, “I think we need you to elaborate.” I turn around, continuing to walk and once I start speaking I can hear their footsteps behind me. I say, “Currently, yes, the Academy and the auction is pure evil. But… if they did things different. I think it could be something fantastic.”

"This is hilarious! This is preposterous! How can we have an insane person in the academy! How is that possible! How come no one got to know about it? It doesn't matter if she won the contest. As far as I'm concerned, She can never be Luna, never! He yelled at the top of his voice as he clenched his fist. The whole place trembled as a result of his anger. Everyone was saying what they wanted to. So also, her Majesty stood up in anger saying the same thing. She questioned how I got access to the academy in the first place and concluded I was never fit to be Luna. The other royalties also made contributions towards rebuking me and was also in line with the whole audience in support also. Sever

Audrey's POV Three days after someone shot a sedative dart through my dining room window, the academy sent an email about the finals race schedule. The subject line was: "Semester Finals — Mandatory Participation. No Exceptions." I stared at it for a long moment. Then I forwarded it to the group chat with the caption: "the audacity of this institution." Theo responded with a thumbs up emoji. Adrian responded with nothing, which meant he'd read it and filed it.

Seraphine replied, sitting down and crossing her legs like she had all the time in the world now that it was over. “The conduct charge is dropped, council suspension lifted effective immediately. Mira’s documentation holds, the university confirmed it will not be pursuing any internal action against her either.” She opened her bag and put her folder back in it. “Hargreaves’ legal team can pursue the external complaint independently but that’s a civil matter and Saint Aurelius has made clear it won’t cooperate with it.” Eli looked at Lucien. “And?” Lucien looked at him for a moment. “There was a suggestion,” he said carefully, “that your scholarship be reviewed.”

I paused, then added, “Actually, I was looking for you.” He straightened slightly. “How can I help you?” “My mattress… got dirty,” I said, feigning embarrassment. “I was hoping I could get a new one?” He hesitated. “I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. All Academy property is meant to be cared for. While replacements are available, damaged items are the student’s responsibility.” I gave him a pitiful look. “So what should I do?” He cleared his throat, softening. “You can ask your family or your pack to send a replacement. That’s allowed.”