10 09 (1/2)

After getting a decently good rest at home, my energy bar was replenished, hopefully. My brown hair sticking in all kinds of directions, I opened one of my eyes and looked at my alarm. The clock hands showed it's 10am. Wait, 10am? My mind rattled hard for the answer to what's happening at 10am. Oh, it's school. Wait, school? My mind finally processed the information and I ran.

I turned the house upside down for my uniform and things before heading out. My hair was still frizzy but I could give less care about it now. I snapped my fingers and hopped onto the broom before dashing off.

When I saw the school building, I checked my watch again. 11.30am. The bell just rung, signalling that 2nd period was over. I let out a deep sigh as I thought of the next lesson. Mrs Grimsalle was the oldest and strictest teacher in the school. And she just so happened to teach us Magic History. I crunched my forehead and went for class immediately.

”Sorry I am late Mrs Grimsalle. I overslept today.” She scoffed and let me go in.

”You better be sorry for being late.” I let out another sigh and went to my seat. Walton looked at me for a second before letting out a small laugh. I gave him a stern glare and he immediately shut his mouth. I unpacked my books and placed them under my desk. Then I took out my notebook. I really tried to stay awake but failed. The sounds of the rustling leaves lulled me into a deep sleep.

I woke up with a sneeze and within my sleep-induced state, I tried to huddle in a ball but failed. But then I felt something draped over me. I immediately sat up and looked around. Walton was standing there with a surprised face, as if something happened. It took a while for me to process what just happened.

”Y-you did this?” Walton nodded and I quickly gave it back.

”Don't do such things next time without my permission next time. Though, thank you for your thought.” I snapped my fingers and my cape appeared. I motioned my head for him to follow him to be answered with a silent nod.

Rivergale school was a school that had beauty embedded with history. Vines growing between the cracks of the stone, blooming with flowers, trees with huge trunks still growing strong and blossoming with flowers. Many students were lined up against the windows, admiring the scenery. I sighed and continued walking. However I bumped into a student.

She looked way too nerdy, twintails that are braided and glasses with big frames. Upon closer inspection, her face was clear and her eyes were the brightest of yellow. Her yellow eyes reminded me of dandelions that shined like the sun.

”Oh sorry. Here give me your hand.” I stretched my hand out and pulled her up. She muttered a small thank you before rushing off. Weird. I suddenly had the itch. My walking pace accelerating till Walton had to run.

”Don't follow me Walton. Come to me when I only call you.” I summoned my teleporting portal and stepped into it. I closed my eyes as blinding lights were flashed. I once opened my eyes to see a flower field. The one where I would use to play with my parents.