Kayla (Insert identity-crisis-having-new-last-name-here) hasn't been the best student at Secrets. Truth be told, she's probably one of the worst to ever enter the school. Not speaking to her lack of abilities but instead, the fact that she can't con...
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"I am not running away. . ." At least, that's what I told myself, whimpering as I watched the flames licking at the carpet like a fiery, emboldened snake. In hindsight, it was easier to lie to myself out loud than it was to confirm the truths I hid within my soul.
I was terrified.
Deathly so.
My powers were out of control. Clearly!
After all, my initial goal had been to calm the inferno that had engulfed my dorm room, but the mediocre spell I whispered seemed to have the opposite effect.
I had already been at Secrets for three years, two of which were spent in remedial spell writing and binding classes, as I was, as the faculty referred to me, a late bloomer. However, the students had a different name for me: blood stealer, which only added to internal turmoil and the mistrust I had in myself when attempting to practice magic. Still, in the moment, I thought I'd had enough practice and training under my belt to handle the situation. One that had been caused by my own carelessness.
Of course, I was wrong, and as the flames ate through the last bit of carpet at he edge of my feet, I screamed, covering my eyes with my trembling hands and waiting for the flames to take me along with my lavender carpet.
"Rescindio~" Trey, a friend, or unlucky acquaintance, as you'll come to see, came spelled as he appeared behind me. It was quickly followed by a hard thump on the cement floor, and equally enthusiastic, "Frizio~", from Eric. As casting partners, the two worked in tandem almost effortlessly, sending the temperature of the room plummeting as they tamed the disaster that I managed to brew in my sleep.
I gently lowered my hands, grateful for the save, but illprepared for the tongue-lashing I was about to recieve from the pair.
"Kayla," Trey started, my eyes meeting his tentatively as he leaned over. I could already feel Eric's towering build slide in behind me, blocking me from escape, as if I had anywhere to go to begin with. It was irritatingly impressive tactic the two used. I'd seen them do it with others, and this wasn't my first rodeo in their meat sandwich either.
I held the gaze of Trey's light brown eyes in mine. They complimented his sun kissed skin, it's ambiguity baiting rumors about Trey's birth and his bloodline. He continued, "You were told to call to help if something like this happened again, why didn't you?"
Quickly averting my eyes, I felt Eric's icy breath against my neck. "You're making a choice here, K. How about you just do as you're told for once?"
I winced, sucking in a breath as I felt the tiny icy shards slice into my skin. Eric loved to torment me. "Fire and Ice," he'd said, "We're enemies. And I'm happy to keep a little Blood Stealer like you in check." Of course, that was when I just joined Secrets; or more fittingly, dragged here. Now, we had a better relationship, he just knew exactly how to get under my skin, in the most literal sense. "I couldn't," I pointed bravely to the charred circular nightstand that stood to the right of my bed. From the archway, you could see the rectangular object that was once my cell phone, among ashen paper and what was once a pink plastic cup in a molten heap on the surface of the night stand. "My phone bit the dust before I realized teh room was on fire."
