Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,15

gotten injured due to the broken glass incident, they surely wouldn't want to be close to me.

Sad that I think so negatively about myself now. I wish I knew what this bad luck was. Or how to stop it. If I had a diagnosis for whatever was following me and causing havoc, I'd feel better, or at least have some peace of mind.

Watching Professor Clover walk back to the curtains, I blinked a few times. With a frown, I lifted my hand to rub at my eyes that were suddenly growing heavy.

Huh? Why am I super tired suddenly?

Doing my best to focus on Professor Clover, my eyes widened again when I saw her image change. It felt like Deja Vu, and the longer I stared at her, the swifter her image shifted.

She now wore a beautiful flaming dress, one that started out as black and then went up in flames and danced at her feet. She looked taller, and her hair was now an orange-red and it was long and in the perfect wavy curls.

Flaming antlers poked out from her perfectly styled hair, and I noticed the back of her dress had a hole for a fluffy golden-red ball that looked like a tail.

A growing pounding began to assault my head, and I groaned.

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself.

I heard Principal Clover say something, but it didn’t reach me. I felt sick to my stomach and the added realization that I hadn't eaten was only making things worse.

Is my anemia acting up or something? I've never felt like this, right? Ow. Why does my head hurt so much? What's going on with my vision? Principal Clover doesn't look human. Am I hallucinating?

I gave up fighting rather quickly, and I slouched forward, only to be stopped from falling over entirely.

A soft moan left me, my failed attempt at thanking whoever had caught me, but I wasn't sure how long I'd stay conscious for at this rate.

"Seems your power is fighting against the seal."

The voice that spoke was different. It pulsed with authority and power I had no way of deciphering.

Where had Principal Clover gone? Who's with me now?

I felt worried, and the panic only contributed to the swirling anxiety banging through me. Something soft stroked my head, and just like that, everything began to fade but in a calming manner.

My sudden spike of fear slowly descended into nothingness, and a flowing sensation of peace took its place.

"You are safe, Blazing child. Let me handle this. Rest."

I'm safe. Yes. I can trust whoever this is. I should rest.

How easy it was for those words to manipulate my mind. Even though a small bit of my brain questioned the source of the voice, the rest of it didn't fight the urge to sleep.

If I woke up, I'd discover if my grandparents will finally give in to my request, or if I'd have to take matters into my own hands.

I hoped the first option would be the path I'd take. At least no one else would be hurt by seeing me go.

Do What’s Best For Her

Drifting.

That's what it felt like. Or would it be referred to as floating on a cloud? That would be a better description of what I was feeling.

My body was in one place, but my mind felt completely out of it. I was alert, or at least somewhat there with my scrambled consciousness, but I was floating in a sea of darkness.

There were no scents in this pitch blackness. Nor was there any feel to it, other than me drifting down in a slow, never-ending movement.

The one thing that was working was my sense of hearing. I heard the sliding of the door, and a worried gasp, followed by swift footsteps.

Whoever had arrived where I was sounded devastated, almost as though she was seeing someone for the last time. Her sobs were hard to listen to, and her voice gave me the impression of someone older.

Wiser and compassionate in a parental way.

To understand why she was shedding a single tear was a mystery in itself. Was she losing someone dear to her? Did she find out bad news?

I felt sorry for whoever this woman was, but I kept drifting in the black sleet of endlessness. It was a while until the sobbing stopped, and then the same sliding of a door reached my ears.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I was called in." The voice that spoke sounded deeper, like a man, but he had to be younger. He sounded relaxed,