Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,158

of the Witchling Universal Arts Competition: Finnick Rosedale."

Fireworks went off as we all cheered in victory. Finnick smiled before he began to cry. I crushed him in a hug before Jax, Connor, and Kaito were on stage and smothering him in all directions as we enjoyed the group hug.

Confetti of various colors rained down on us as we cheered, laughed, and cried.

Mr. Zoticus came up to the stage with a dazzling trophy while a group of individuals came out with a massive check.

"Congratulations, Mr. Rosedale. You are the official grand prize winner of one million dollars and a universal scholarship to travel the world. All expenses will be paid. All you have to do is share your creations with us."

"Thank you," Finnick replied as he fought not to sob.

"Whenever you're ready to teach down the line, Mr. Rosedale, I’ll happily aid you on the professional journey," Mr. Zoticus stated with pride.

"I'm honored. Thank you so much."

"Picture! Picture."

We were going to move out of the way, but Finnick shook his head. "Come over here and be in the picture. You guys are my roses. You can't just leave now."

We exchanged smiles before we lined up for the official photo.

"Three! Two! One!"

"Cheese!"

With love, anyone can fly high into the limitless sky.

23

Cheer For The Finale Of Accomplishments

~KAITO~

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"Ninety-seven. Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine," I counted before doing the last sword exercise for the morning. I was dripping with sweat, my shoulders moving up and down as I fought to catch my breath.

As much as I wanted to do a few more exercises before the sunrise, I knew I'd be pushing myself and potentially interfering with my energy levels.

Taking a few deep inhales and exhales, I bowed traditionally as if my opponent were before me and slid my sword back into the safety of its sheath. Staring at my bandaged hands, I smirked at the empowerment I felt regarding my growth.

Our kendo competition was supposed to be four weeks ago, but due to the hype of the games and the number of individuals coming from around the world for that and the kendo tournament, it was determined that everything would be on the same day.

The kendo tournament would be first, followed by the cheer competition, which would lead into the football game, intermission, and then the Witchling Games in the evening.

Our main concern was being wiped out from the day of activities, but it was agreed upon that we'd all receive healing boosts to give us an equal chance in the games.

I felt like I should have been nervous. This was the day we'd been waiting for.

The final showdown that would determine our grades and lead us to the graduation stage.

After a few stretches, I was back in our dorm and entering my room. My eyes immediately gravitated over to the bed and acknowledged the gorgeous woman curled up in my sheets.

I bit my lip in an attempt to not immediately be turned on by Brianne's sleeping figure. When she'd knocked on my door late last night, I assumed it was just to check on me.

In the end, we began to simply talk about our worries until she literally dozed off mid-conversation. I don't think Brianne would ever understand how adorably precious she was.

No matter her growth, there was this spark in her that simply made you want to accept every aspect of her, whether it was the innocence she'd carried at the beginning of her attendance here or the confident grace she projected without even trying.

I always got compliments and statements regarding how lucky I was to be dating Brianne Marie Harlow. The woman that every organization had their eyes on, the only woman in history to get the most invitations at Witchling Academy. She was one of the top students with perfect grades thus far, and officially ranked first and best Vice President the school had ever experienced.

That was a fraction of the number of awards Brianne was nominated for, and I wouldn't be surprised if she graduated with enough award money to sponsor a few exclusive trips around the world.

In fact, with how popular she was, I bet airlines would beg her to take free trips around the world just for promotion purposes.

From the shy, gifted sixteen-year-old who barely had friends because she was the know-it-all to now. Here she was in my bed, the twenty-year-old Queen of Witchling Academy with immaculate model looks, brains to get her into any school, and the magic capability to get her a spot on the magic