Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,54

as this was our first semester here, all we had to focus on was the main building where all our classes would be. The main cafeteria for freshman was also in the main building and from what Gabriel had explained, we wouldn't have access to the school gym or training facilities until next semester.

The emphasis on strict book learning was very apparent in the curriculum, or at least from what I'd been able to scan through the summarized pamphlet they were handing out to us while we all waited in line.

Our new packages would confirm our teammates for the semester. Everyone had to be in a team of four. I absolutely hated group work, and I was secretly hoping that I'd get even just one of the guys to be in my randomly chosen group of four.

I'd even survive being partnered with Gabriel.

Due to our new adjustments, semester one consisted of four main courses, one dedicated for each flame trait. I was extremely pleased with the idea of having an entire class dedicated to learning more about these flaming traits, because it was something I'd specifically have to learn to retain any advantage I had.

If I truly have all four flame traits, I'd have to learn as much as I could about each of them.

Once I knew where I stood in regard to that and had a talk with Mrs. CloverSpell, hopefully I'd have a bit more backbone in regards to what I could and couldn’t do.

I personally didn't want to be another target of circumstance, and that was one of my many goals this semester now that I didn't have people looking left and right when they saw me.

Heading into the washroom, I was thankful that it was empty versus the halls that were beginning to quickly fill with new and returning students. Just a look already made me understand what Gabriel was referring to.

The washroom was as spectacular as a fairy tale princess's bathroom. The most eye-catching thing was the fountain - yes, an actual tall fountain – that rested in the middle of the room. The liquid was a thick, gold-orange texture that sparkled with red.

I noticed the sign that explained that the liquid was apparently a rich blazing that enhanced one’s skin and reenergized flame levels.

Whatever that meant.

The sinks were made of white marble, the faucet of metallic gold, and the mirror went from the sinks to the high-rise ceiling. Following the reflective glass only revealed the gorgeous glass ceilings that portrayed a mass of natural beauty on the other side, leaving me to wonder if they built some sort of greenhouse on top of this place.

I was actually tempted to take pictures, my mouth now slack as I continued to admire the beautiful place where you were supposed to pee, poo, and, well, do any other business.

Realizing that my urge to do my own business was going to be an urgent issue if I didn't get moving to the stalls, I looked to my far right to see the rows of wide stalls. They could have been little miniature rooms at this point, the size similar to one of those long kitchen islands back in the dorms.

Making my way over to the last one, I cautiously entered, closed the door, and followed the locking instructions that had you twist the knob in three various combos. The stall had its own sink, standing mirror, and an array of female products for the time of the month, as well as a dispenser with a list of medications, condoms, mints, and razors.

I couldn't even keep up with all they had, my mind now wondering if I'd entered a hidden department store.

Making sure there were no special instructions to use the toilet, I finished up my business, washed my hands, and ended up taking a few pictures for the hell of it. I was pretty confident the guy's washroom was no way as glamorous as this, so I'd keep the memory with me.

Memories. I can make memories here.

I don't know why, but the simple thought tugged at my heart in a good way. It made me feel that spark of gratefulness to finally be in a school where I didn't stand out like a sore thumb.

Many of the students had various colors of hair, not the standard black, brown, and blonde shades that made me out to be a laughing stock or highlighter in the crowd.

After a quick check in the mirror to make sure my uniform was still