My Blood Wizard System
And for the first time in my entire life, the future feels like something I get to choose.
Not fight for.
Just… live.
See you at graduation, world.
Try not to need saving until then.
(The storm queen is busy being seventeen.)
First Week of Senior Year
Thursday, September 5, 2028 – 3:17 p.m.
The final bell rings and the hallway explodes into chaos.
I’m leaning against my locker, watching Remy try to fit three textbooks, a football helmet, and half a bag of Takis into a backpack that gave up on life last year.