Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,4

petted Cyrus and picked her from the bed. I lowered her to the floor, and she ran around by my feet as I sat up and stretched.

After a minute of sitting almost naked on my bed, I got up and walked over to my desk chair where my uniform was resting. I should have been worried about how wrinkled it was, but I couldn't care less.

I already hated this school and couldn't wait for something to go awry. It would be the best gift a girl like me could ask for. Maybe that would convince my grandparents to let me be homeschooled.

If Dad wasn't a recovering alcoholic getting rehab, he could have given permission for me to be homeschooled.

My dad was an interesting character. I sometimes wondered if he was really crazy, but basically, my grandparents hated him. They were my grandparents from my mother's side, and the only thing they had to say about my dad was what an irresponsible adult he was. I’d never had the chance to meet my dad’s parents.

Dad has been fighting with alcohol addiction for years. It hadn't been like that when he married my mom, but when she left after carrying me to full term, it left a hole in my dad's heart.

Even after sixteen years, he still missed my mom. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but me, and it pained me that there was nothing I could do to help him. He was in my life when I was younger, but I was mainly in my grandparent’s care.

I got to visit him once in a while, but that slowly changed when his addiction got worse. He went from drinking two bottles of alcohol a day to a whole case, and when he'd get violent, my grandparents deemed him incapable of raising me.

It was only a matter of time.

The one thing I'm sure led to my Dad drinking more was how alike I looked to my Mom. From the few pictures I carried of her, I was her mini-me and now that I was growing far too fast, I looked almost identical to her.

With heels, we'd be at the same height, and my figure was just a little curvier than hers. My red locks were a shade brighter, but my eyes were identical, along with my lightly tanned skin.

I had no clue what my mother's background was, but my dad was Caucasian. Whatever the combo was, it gave me a light tan mix and made it difficult for people to figure out if I was white or native.

My cultural background wasn't a big deal to me. It didn't deny who I was or give me some urge to learn where I came from.

All I wanted was to fit in at school. To learn more about myself and my studies. Not deal with the daily drama and teasing over me being far too accident prone.

If I could even call it that.

Regardless of my questionable ethnicity, I hadn't seen Dad in a while. He tried to show up during holidays, and at least text me once in a blue moon when he remembered he had a daughter, but the distance had really taken a stab at our father-daughter bond.

I didn't blame my grandparents for doing what they did, and even with the multiple school mishaps, they still took care of me and were willing to do the walk of shame to the principal's office every time I got in trouble.

They loved me, yes, but it would have been nice to have both my parents here to raise me instead of them.

If my mom was around, maybe she'd be able to figure out what was wrong with me.

Heading to the bathroom, I took a nice cool shower to wake me up. After that, I brushed my teeth and did a quick makeup look. I wasn't super into makeup but enjoyed a bit of a smoky eye look and red lipstick.

If my uniform could have some red to match my hair, eyes, lips, and red heels, that would make the black and white uniform less dull in comparison to my pop of color.

Leaving my lipstick for last, I gathered my single notebook, pencil case, phone, and the latest spells and fashion magazine from my wooden desk and placed it into my red backpack.

I wasn't one to make notes or even study for long, which left me being called a smart ass. Another quality I'd taken from my mom, who was apparently a genius. I'm talking one-hundred