Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,60

a while to gather groceries for this week, but we have enough food for a veggie-filled omelet.”

"I can do it," I suggested, but I felt like jelly now and my brain was growing sluggish after the overload of information we received today.

From the long, three-hour orientation to the intense discussion afterwards with Mrs. CloverSpell, who told us we could refer to her as just Clover to make life a little easier, I was pretty done with today and couldn't wait to lay in bed.

Ease my mind and circulate through all I'd learned about who I supposedly am.

"Let me make something while you rest," he encouraged and got right to work as he quickly turned the stove on and headed for the fridge.

I quietly watched him, sipping my cup of tea while my mind buzzed through the day again.

Orientation was beyond fascinating, from the various professors for each designated semesters to the numerous types of uniforms a student could have based on their magic makeup.

Clover, or Headmaster CloverSpell, had led the three-hour assembly of what to expect at Blazing Academy, known beyond our walls as the Academy for All Things Scorching.

I'd come to realize that we were more than just individuals with powers. The school was for a variety of beings, including witches, wizards, magicians, warlocks, not to mention the demons and other shifters that walked among us.

As long as your main element was fire-based, you were given the opportunity to attend Blazing Academy. Within this district, Blazing Academy was the top academy for magical beings; the other three schools were based on their own set of elements.

The second top school was based on water, the third being of wind, and the fourth a mixture of light and dark elements. The rules of separating schools based on their element was to give a safer space for the growth of each specialized kind.

At Blazing Academy, the main thing that made it a safer learning environment was how fireproof the building, classrooms, and equipment were. Throughout the orientation they encouraged us to express our feelings, to not hold them back out of fear of shattering items or igniting a room or even building in flames because most of the property was protected from the destructive element.

This gave us a new sense of comfort now that we didn't need to necessarily worry about hurting people with the fluctuation of our emotions. That was one of the many reasons why I had such high levels of anxiety.

I always worried about the next person I'd hurt, endanger, or even kill if I lost control in any way, and all that built-up worry only made things worse. To be in a new environment that catered in vanquishing such anxieties and limitations was already giving me hope for this semester.

As the guys had explained, the next twelve weeks would be designated for learning as much as we could book-wise. You could tell many of the new students were disappointed, wanting to go crazy with the learning process and throw fireballs like in the magic television shows and animations, but Clover explained that knowledge was one of the key aspects of magic.

Without knowledge, you will not be able to call the magic words you need to trigger your magic. The unique thing about magic is that it is an entity that deserves to be respected. It acknowledges whether its wielder is wise enough to bear its unpredictable power or if they will only end up being a fool.

Our teams were officially assigned for the year. This was a new method being implemented this year, since previously teams were changed each semester. From Clover's perspective, it emphasized growing relationships and teamwork because the goal of us graduating would allow us to enter a vast world of opportunity. Many of the jobs being offered to our kind involved teamwork.

The idea of employment was the last thing on my mind, especially because I was still sixteen. I'd always pondered getting a part-time job when times were rough with our family's history of financial struggles, but with my transfer streak, there was no way I'd survive an average job.

It was an experience I'd like to test out at some point, but that would be later when I was more comfortable in this transition from average human girl, neglected by the world, to powerful, Blazing Hot Witch status.

Classes would be from nine in the morning to five in the evening. We’d have five classes; one for each main elemental trait, and one that centered