MY fault?"
"Your existence is your fault!"
"I was minding my own business being a floating ball when I was brought into this world of familiars!"
"Well, I was minding my own business living a god child life when I decided to come down to help my sister!"
"You're not even related to her!"
"How do you know that? You can't even tell the difference between red and blue!"
"My vision has nothing to do with this!"
"Yes, it does, because you can't see how epic Brianne is and how Alice isn't her identical lost twin like you keep on saying!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Come fight me!"
"I'm more than happy to but I can't hit girls apparently, or Brianne's going to give me a long talk and probably spank me. And that would just be weird."
"Serves you right! Feel the wrath of your mistress."
"Hmph. Don't go praising her. That's my duty."
I finished off the last report by signing on the dotted line and closing the booklet of pages that went into immense detail of what this year's policies would be for the new uniform code, bully prevention program, and update in security measures both on and off-campus properties.
Lowering my pen to the student council table, I looked over to the door just as it creaked open and Alice popped her head through the space.
"Mistress!"
"Cyrus? Didn't I say not to go bother Brianne's familiar while she's trying to work on school stuff?"
"I didn't hear that!" she defended, the little floating familiar placing her hands on her ears. "See? Lalalalala. I heard nothing!"
"Seriously?" Fuwa stared at her with irritation. "You're annoying!"
"And my mistress is better than yours!"
"Don't insult my mistress!"
"Don't insult MY mistress!"
"GRRR!"
"ROOAR!"
Alice walked into the room and closed the door before meeting my gaze.
"Good morning, Brianne."
"Nice to see you again, Alice," I greeted. "Sorry about having to do introductions on the first day of school. The jet lag really hit us hard last week."
"No, no. It's fine. It was honestly perfect timing since one of my boyfriends got sick and I had to help him since he's stubborn and doesn't like people aiding him when he's unwell," she explained. "And not perfect timing as in you and your boyfriends getting sick and all."
"I get it." I giggled and gave her an inviting smile. "Come have a seat. Mia and Miya won't be here for another hour. It's still kind of early.”
Today was our first day back and the official start of Semester Seven.
Our summer was indeed one of the best I'd ever experienced. Sure, we had a few mishaps, including the mysterious blonde chick who kept bumping into me and the sudden "tsunami” they claimed came out of nowhere and left out of nowhere. It was intriguing how that incident was ruled out as natural causes when the beach still lingered with an odd sense of magic that I couldn’t put my finger on. It wasn't a sensation I was familiar with but it delivered a nostalgic sensation when you were within its presence for too long.
Since we returned, adapting back to our old schedule was one of the trickiest parts. Getting into the swing of using our magic for powerful spells and contributing to our endurance was exhausting.
I was definitely out of shape when it came to running, which was why I scheduled a cheer practice after class for anyone who wanted to get back into shape after the madness of summer we'd enjoyed.
I couldn't be the only one to gain a few pounds after our amazing adventures, and I couldn't wait to get back into the swing of things.
Professor Phoenix informed me that our official cheer tournament was going to be next semester, but the football team would be playing a "test" match in the middle of the semester so we'd get an opportunity to see what the competition was all about.
That left me a bit excited for Connor, especially since he enjoyed the competitive sport that helped in many areas. Sports were one of those hobbies you could keep pursuing or return to when you needed that solid break.
Adding the fact that he excelled in the sport and had so many fans and fellow players admiring him always gave a bit of a boost. Cheer squad did the same thing for me, to be surrounded by friends and fellow cheerleaders who looked at me for guidance and strength.
Competitive cheerleading was the one thing I really wanted to experience, which we'd at least experience in our final year here.
The idea of this being our last year at Witchling