Novel & Cerita Thornhill Academy.

Father had said. He hadn’t raised his voice as that wasn’t his style. But the disappointment was evident in his eyes. It was way worse than anything he could’ve shouted. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe I wasn’t meant to shift at all. Maybe I was a mistake written in moonlight and bad timing. On the third day, I got dressed and walked into town like nothing had happened. Thorne Hollow High, also called Prep because we were “elite” (aka wolves in plaid uniforms) was a private school built near the valley edge. Most of the pack kids attended, along with a few oblivious humans who had no idea their classmates could sprout fangs during full moons.

A trace of unease flashed in her eyes as she finally realized who the other party was. "Eithan from Section B?" Their school, Holy Child Academy, was composed of both the four-year junior high and two-year senior high. Every grade or level had at least four hundred students divided into groups of thirty. The management could not be bothered to come up with decent names so every section was styled after the alphabet.

The sun hung low over the bustling campus of Westbrook Academy, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and ivy-covered buildings. The academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the state, known for its rigorous academics, sprawling extracurriculars, and the diverse student body it attracted. Children of politicians, business tycoons, scholars, and creatives walked its hallowed halls, each carrying the weight of their family name and expectations.

please don't let her be talking about my school, I reread the messages over and over again and I wanted to reply, when she texted back “Oh wait it's bridgehall academy”

She had her in. Shipton Academy was located in the town of Sheffeld in Massachusetts bordering on the Washington National Forest. It was a large building that used to be a hotel with sprawling grounds and a lake. The rest of the town might as well be in another state. She had to be picked up by the groundskeeper in a car as no other vehicles would drive on the isolated road.

a girl shrieked, seeming as if she were happy, which I clearly knew she was not. “And here I thought the faggot was mute, only to realize he isn't. Wow, what other surprises do you have in store for us?” the all-time bully, Mike, asked sarcastically while loudly tapping away on his table. Students laughed at his remark, but Shirley behind me seemed to be 'blushing' in anger. I scoffed as quietly as I could. 'Oh, only if you knew,' I said to myself, not daring to say it aloud. No one in school, except Shirley, had seen my bare face. I was always wearing hoodies that covered me properly.

She clicked on it and it read; “Congratulations on being accepted to Blackthorn Academy! Hi Julianne Ashwynd, We’ve collected your name and address from the website. The bus to Blackthorn leaves in two days. Please find your way to any bus stand and be there before 8 am. All details will be passed on by Headmistress Eldryn when you arrive. We look forward to serving you our best in our prestigious school. Best regards!”

“I was really ready to be freaked out.” I almost burst into laughter as he spoke. That was very unexpected. “When I get a solution to this, I'll revisit the idea.” I responded, and he nodded. “Anyways, you're going with us to Thornclaw Academy.” He stated, walking back to his seat. I could see his election that was definitely calming already. He had a very long wood. “Huh?!” I exclaimed. “Thornclaw?” “Yeah. An academy in the Northern kingdom.” He said, falling back into his seat.

SSHS 35 La Florence Academy, a prestigious school that every elite member of the society wants to go into. A school that has a high quality of education, despite the trash personalities of its students. It is a kind of school where it almost reflects the harsh society outside of its fences, and the school somewhat acts as a shield for the minds of its students as they train them to be able to stand their way into the harsh and feral world. La Florence Academy was dearly loved by all of its students and staff— both from the past and the present— as it was considered their second home. La Florence Academy was always buzzing with life, even on the weekends.

I said, whereas mine was currently stuck to my face due to the sweat pouring down. "Well, blame it on working out," she replied, then gripped my hand again. "Let's get what we're here for." Riley got the hockey team sweater – an icy blue color with red stripes at the sleeves. Across the upper back, in bold letters, was the team name "Frostwolves," and below it was the name "THORNE." "A thorn in my flesh," I muttered, rolling my eyes before examining the rest of the details on the shirt. At the front, "Mystic Academy" was written across the chest, with "Academy" on top of a mountain.