Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,61

on the history of flaming beings such as witches, shifters, demons, and other supernatural races that didn't belong in the 'human' category.

We were allowed to participate in afterschool activities if we wished, but from the looks of our current schedule, things could get busy midway into the semester, and I personally wanted to give this 110% if I could.

After the list of rules, expectations, and goals set out for us, there was a further breakdown of our curriculum, the books we should focus on, and the lecture on bullying.

Bullying wasn't tolerated apparently, but if a teacher or bully advisor wasn't around and you had no proof, the school wouldn't be able to defend any injuries except in the rare cases of sexual assault.

The professors explained that it was rare for there to not be evidence, especially when there were cameras throughout the campus, and patrol offices. However, they warned that anything off-campus, like house parties and hangouts, was out of their control and would be something we'd be entering at our own risk.

It ended on the positive note that this semester would be where we embraced as much knowledge as we could. Our second semester was going to be the start of the thrilling adventure of spellcraft and skills.

The anticipation seemed to boom through the auditorium there, everyone pumped to get good grades so that semester two was a blessed term.

Apparently, grades were a huge deal if you wanted to truly "enjoy" your life at Blazing Academy. Our student cards had various ranks, and the higher the final grade score, the more access you had to various services throughout the property.

Our first test would be next week and if we did well, our student IDs would be upgraded to freshmen gold. That would allow us to get the groceries of our choice delivered to our door versus having to head to the grocery stores far West of the property, which was where Westley and Gabriel had gone to get us food for some preparations.

It also gave us access to special privileges in the cafeteria. Apparently if you maintained a 95% or higher, you'd get entry into the private sector of the cafeteria where there were no lines, drama, or fights over finding a seat.

The perks were endless when unlocked, but as semester one students, we were still pretty limited. It didn't mean we should slack and wait for the following semester to try again since our ranks carried over through the years and would only even out the average if we suddenly screwed up.

I was ready to put my brains to the test, and we'd left orientation buzzing with enthusiasm, but what was heavy on my mind was the discussion we'd had with CloverSpell.

The whole thing still gave me a little bit of depression thinking about it, and even if I wanted to talk to my dad about it, I personally didn't want to bother him.

By this time, he may have already started drinking, and did I really want to ruin the happiness of receiving his text this morning? No.

The quiet sound of the plate lowering before me brought me back into reality, my eyes lowering to see the massive omelet with green and red peppers with sliced mushroom and shredded cheese on top that was already melted.

I licked my lips as I inhaled the favorable aroma, catching onto the black pepper seasoning on top. "Thank you, Keru!"

"No worries." He hopped back onto the stool while I lowered my mug of tea and dug right in, practically inhaling the food and cueing a whistle from Keru as he stared at me with an impressed expression.

"So...do you want me to make you another? Because it seems like that was a tiny appetizer," he noted.

I smirked and shook my head. "Nah. It'll last me until the guys arrive with food. Then I'll have space for dessert."

"Hmm, we should order that," he suggested, sliding off the stool once more to grab the kitchen tablet that was in all dorm kitchens.

"Can we actually order some?" I inquired.

"Yup." He bobbed his head. “All we have to do is put the order in and it'll magically appear in the fridge or freezer. From what I heard from some students in the line, the first week for dessert is free, and then it's an unlockable service with our grades," he explained. "Might as well take advantage."

"Do they have vanilla fondue with sprinkles and chocolate sauce?"

"You remembered that comment, huh?" His intrigued smirk made me look away as