Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,71

Get enough of that from Keru."

"Thank you, Gabriel!"

He paused on the first step to look over his shoulder and see my gleaming smile. His stare was hard to describe, but he slowly nodded and looked away.

"Night, Alice."

He made his way up the stairs, leaving me in a relaxed mood.

"Woof?"

I looked down to see that Cyrus was sitting on my foot. I didn't even realize she'd been down here, but her arrival made my heart flutter in joy as I crouched down and picked her up.

"We're going to do well this semester so we can start training to be epic blazing warriors! Well, I'm not sure about the ‘warriors’ part, but we can at least get good grades. Then, I'll learn how to get you to shift into a human form more often, Cyrus."

"Woof!" She leaned in to lick my face, and I quietly giggled.

Looking at the kitchen window, I peered up at the stars, my smile still as wide as ever.

My potential is massive so it's about time I embraced it.

Prepare For A Blazing Fun Night

~ONE WEEK LATER~

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"Woof?"

I frowned at the last page of the textbook, glancing from the final sentence to my thick notebook of detailed notes about the four types of flame within the World of Scorching.

It intrigued me how we referenced our world as either Blazing or Scorching and yet, the world around me still felt the same. I expected magic school to be a thrilling moment of seeing dazzling flaming tricks and enjoying the sight of various students using their fire element to protect themselves while battling simulations or some sort of fake enemy.

So far, all I'd seen was students flickering on the candles in the room.

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, I closed the textbook and stared at my notebook while reaching to stroke Cyrus's head.

"I'm finished with all the required reading for this semester. All books read, notes made, information stored. Now I'm bored."

This was one of the problems I had.

I'm sure anyone would have wished to have a brain like mine that soaked information like a sponge that never let go of the flowing words of knowledge, but in my case, it was difficult when you ran out of wisdom to soak up.

Then I'm left in utter boredom within three days of school starting. I end up sleeping during all my classes.

I thankfully hadn't slept through class this week, the excitement of being at a new school and not being bullied once thus far making me more pumped to learn and grow, but now that I'd completely gone through all my notebooks, I wasn't sure what else to do.

Professor Daily was one of my four professors, and it was intriguing to be taught by him in this aspect versus when I attended a "human" school. He was in what some called a flaming appearance. It was seen as normal to us Blazing students, but outside of these walls, he took on his normal look which he, himself, deemed as "dull".

Regardless, he was an intellectual individual, and his class centered on Blazing Fire, which was my current strong point.

I'd yet to figure out how to ignite my flames, which was a little intriguing since I used to do it accidentally all the time.

Gabriel and Keru were out for the evening, something about taking care of business while Keru craved burgers. Seeing as it was Sunday night, they would surely be home to get enough sleep for classes tomorrow.

Westley was taking a nap, a common trait of his, and this was normally when I recapped what we'd learned during the school day.

My goal was to continue communicating with Dad once a week, Sundays being the best day in my mind seeing as Dad didn't drink until the late evenings. I'd been tempted to ask why everyone called him Chambers, but I figured it wasn't super important to ask.

As long as I still kept our weekly communication, I would be content.

Maybe my expectations had been too high for this semester, and all the cool stuff happened in the next, but I functioned better with anticipation and I worried I'd lose all of that if things didn't pick up in pace.

"Done studying, Alice?"

I looked up to see Westley at the door of my room, his body resting against the door frame. He was wearing a casual outfit: tight black jeans with slashes and intriguing badge graffiti that decorated what I could assume were branded jeans.

He wore a fitted black t-shirt, and his hair was fully

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