Headstrong and confident, Mira was trained from a young age to be an assassin of the supernatural kind. Trained by her uncles in the "family business". Now at the age of twenty, fueled by the death of her brother and her thirst for vengeance, Mira h...
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If there were to be any place that supernatural creatures would've enjoyed flocking to, it would have to be this school. The campus was enormous and confusing. Jaw dropping old European style architecture loomed everywhere. If each building could talk, I'd gladly sit and listen to all the stories they could tell. They covered the grounds with landscaping that spoke volumes about just how rich the school was. Nothing was out of place and both lawn and shrubs impeccably manicured. Most likely there wasn't a blade of grass uneven or a wilted flower in the garden, which gave the appearance of money spent on a team strictly devoted to the upkeep. I could smell fresh cedar mulch, roses and holly in the air around me as I walked down the main strip to the where my early class was. And as I approached, I stood a moment to take in the greatness of the architecture. As if to greet its guests with a pleasant thought, a large stained glass window with flowers and hummingbirds positioned perfectly above the entrance to the science and horticulture building glowed with a white aurora. As my eyes fell from the window, they traced their way down the columns begging me to step inside.
Enough admiring, it's was time to get to work.
Internally I let myself receive the welcoming invite and entered, making my way to classroom 342, where I could observe Hawke (had to keep things impersonal for many reasons) and learn something about astronomy in the process. On my approach to class, I kept to myself to remain inconspicuous... or so it would look to anyone else as they passed by. However, I was taking in the layout, mentally noting the exits and entrances for each class for a second time, windows and other places I might find useful later if I needed an exit plan.
One didn't have to search hard to notice how everybody rushed to and from each class with looks of exhaustion, frustration, anger and anxiousness. Did people dislike learning that much? There were several groups of diverse sorts of races, clubs, cliques and even athletes scurrying about chatting it up on the path to their classes. If I were ordinary, I might join a club, but let's get real here... I'm anything but normal. I spotted Hawke walking towards me with about eight other guys and about the same number of females. One I recognized from the coffee shop this morning, the brunette. Before they could spot me, I ducked behind the open door of the class to let them all in first.
Entering the class after them, I regretted letting everyone else in before me. They filled all the seats, except for one. Reluctantly, I was stuck with the only seat available, right beside Hawke. Are the powers that be trying to mess with me? I thought. Keeping myself busy with preparing for class, I refrained from looking over at him. With the class full of students setting up for the lesson in the same fashion I was, it was all I could do to remain invisible. The air smelt of dust and chalk and it was somewhat like being smothered by erasers. I could hear other students whispering among each other as they took their seats; I was glad they didn't feel inclined to talk to me. I could feel eyes boring into the back of my skull and I quickly knew who it was, but I just ignored her. Another pair of eyes laser focused on me, and I knew whose they were instantly, and the thoughts that went along with the stares. I didn't want to deal with any of it; I had more than my share of shit to deal with. Composing myself carefully, I turned on my device and sat waiting, not at all patiently, for Professor Dewey to enter.
