Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,30

even D, just in case I wasn't blessed with a shit-ton of invites and offers to some of the top employment agencies that would probably give me any job I wholeheartedly desired.

I personally wished time could rush forward so all these anxious worries about the future would fade and we'd arrive at our final destination.

Graduation day...

Shaking my head out of my overflowing thoughts, I grabbed the bikini I'd laid out on the bed and headed to the bathroom.

When we arrived back, Jax told me to change into a bikini and come meet him downstairs in twenty minutes. Why twenty minutes? I had no clue.

I was hoping Connor would have some sort of idea what Jax was plotting, but he'd reached here first and told Jax he was going to work out when he arrived. Regardless if we were on vacation, he had to maintain his muscle mass and overall build with the championships coming up.

We'd all have to get into a workout routine, but this week I was aiming just to reset myself in all avenues - physically, emotionally, mentally. Maybe even spiritually.

I felt like I had to reconnect to myself and get through my tangled emotions while healing the trauma inflicted by that exam.

Changing into a black bikini, I admired my image in the mirror as I ran my hands through my hair with one hand while the other was on my hip.

Looking at myself only confirmed that something had changed. Aside from my slight weight loss due to the lack of eating I'd been doing lately, there was some sort of shift.

The woman who looked back at me carried a solidified attitude to herself. Not one that brought a negative vibe like 'don't approach me' but one that reminded me of Starlight when she had that approachable, loving look she gave to her peers and those she loved, and that look of badassery that told the world that if you messed with her, you would be a victim of an unhappy ending.

So maybe it was a 'Do Not Approach' look.

The cuts on my body were healing, and thanks to the creams I'd been applying after my showers and baths, I was positive there would be no scarring. I did admire my incantations for a bit as I suddenly craved to mark my flesh with something.

Surely, I had to be going through a phase or something. Kind of like how teenagers went through the preppy phase or gothic phase. I hadn't endured either of them, but maybe I was a late bloomer?

Regardless, I had this itch to do something. To pierce my flesh with some sort of mark that would emphasize what my men and I had survived thus far while acknowledging the remaining road we had to cross to reach our ultimate goal.

I lifted my hands to lift my long strands, realizing that even with their slight curl, the length of these silky orange-gold strands had surpassed my waist.

Thing was, I didn't feel like cutting it, but I wondered if the guys would think I was trying to mimic Usagi from Sailor Moon or something.

Meeting my eyes that reflected in the mirror, I took in their original hazelnut appearance, before they began to shift into mystical orbs of rich oranges and gold. I could even see strands of pink in my irises, which intrigued me, before I pulled back my magic.

Staring at this new, raw image of myself only confirmed my growth over the years, and I wondered if it would only grow.

After fixing the harness bikini top and lowering the straps of my bottoms just slightly to emphasize my hips and six-pack, I walked out of the washroom to see Fuwa in his godly form sitting on the bed with Elsa on his lap.

She still had Jax's underwear in her possession, but she clearly didn't care about it with Fuwa stroking her little body that kept switching between pink and gold while her tiny strands glimmered a warm gold.

"Fuwa," I greeted.

He opened his eyes to look my way before scanning me from head to toe. "Should I even ask what model agency you joined?"

"None," I huffed with a slight smile. "What's up? You wouldn't be in godly form if you didn't have something important to say."

"Accurate," he admitted. "Well, first. I was just checking if you're okay."

I stared at him for a long moment before walking over to the bed and sitting next to him. He casually wrapped an arm around my shoulders and gently tapped the