Academy of Blood and Magic

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"I am so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Kain," Mrs. Thorn apologized for the tenth time as Mom and Dad shouted at her about me being thrown through the window. "I was helping with a student with their assignment and -"

"Where is that student?" Dad growled, his rage easy to distinguish even from a few rooms down. "Who the hell does that?"

"Mr. Kain -"

"No!" A slam followed his shout, causing me to jump. "This is unacceptable! I want that student expelled! Give me their name!"

Mrs. Thorn kept trying to talk down my parents and refusing to give the person's name while my parents continued to yell at them about how this shouldn't have happened in the first place in this school. The argument continued for several more minutes, consisting of more screaming that was followed by slams.

Both of my parents were very calm, cool, and collected people, very hard to make angry, except when it came to me. If something happened to me where I was hurt or upset, they turned into completely different people.

The reason why I was waiting in the school's infirmary covered in bruises and bandages was due to the fact that someone conjured up a gust of wind for their storm strong enough to send me flying through one of the greenhouse's windows. I woke up to the school's medical sorceresses (terms we use for sorcerers and sorceresses who used their magic for healing and helping people) shining a light in my eyes, seeing if I had a concussion or not, which I miraculously didn't. Not only did I crash through glass - no, but I also happened to land on the concrete ground outside as well, where I almost cracked my skull open if Isaac hadn't helped me on time.

I'd gone unconscious when I was thrown through the glass, but the medical sorceresses told me Isaac had run out of the greenhouse and carried me here as quickly as he could. If he hadn't gotten me to the infirmary as quickly as he had, my injuries could've been a lot worse. I definitely needed to thank him when I saw him next and I owed him big time.

My phone had been shattered when I'd fallen on the ground outside. Twice in two weeks, my phone had gotten broken and I'd needed to get a new one. That was a record.

I had no idea who sent me crashing through the window like that, but I had a strong feeling that it wasn't an accident, and I was going to kill them. It was one thing to not like me and outcast me. It was an entirely different thing to try to have me killed and I'd reached my breaking point.

The door opened and Mom walked in, her face tight with anger, her eyes burning with smoldering rage, but she mustered a smile on her face as she stood in front of me.

"How are you feeling?" she asked in a soft voice that couldn't completely disguise the anger that was churning inside of her.

"Sore, but better."

She sat down on the cot beside me. "Are you sure you didn't see who did this to you?"

"No, I didn't. I was focusing on creating the storm that I didn't know what happened. All I remember was flying through the air and crashing through the window."

Her lips tightened. "Do you know who might've wanted to do this to you?"

I wracked my brain of the students who were in that particular class. Nick, Tristan, and Shelbee weren't in the class. Other than Tristan, no one had confronted me as Tristan had, but it made me wonder. . .

"No, I don't. Honestly."

Mom was quiet for a long moment before asking, "Honey, has there been something going on at this school you haven't been telling your father and me?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and they spilled out before I could stop them. Mom immediately hugged me tight to her, stroking my hair lovingly, holding me as I sobbed.