The Secret Plains

14

Narrator's POV

She walked into the massive building, shaking into her shoes.

It was straight out of a fairytale (oh, the irony)

As she walked with Ilkesi, pulling down her green sleeves self-consciously, students were making brightly colored lights flash everywhere, signaling the start of the term. Ilkesi was beaming, while Kay was panicking.

Ilkesi turned to Kay, "You'll be fine without me, right? Besides, you've learned so much from Greta, you'll fit in just fine."

Lucas popped up between them, "There you guys are! Are you heading for assembly?"

"Shouldn't you be with the werewolves?" Ilkesi glared at him.

"I can't check up on my favorite fairies? Or, fairy and human?" he winked at Kay, his voice dropping a bit.

Ilkesi's eyes shut, squeezing her eyes, her voice coming out in a strained whisper, "For the last time, she isn't a human, and you can't be saying things like that out loud!"

Lucas put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay," he turned to Kay, "See you in class later," before he walked away.

Kay muttered to Ilkesi, "What does he mean by that? I thought different species did different classes?"

"Yeah, but at the end of the day, you're taking the same course. You'll be in the same class if the things being taught are for all the species, and that's a lot."

"Hey, Kesi!" a girl with brown locks ran over to us, "Who's she?"

"Oh, this is McKayla, she's my cousin," Ilkesi smiled, gesturing to Kay.

"You have so many cousins," the girl laughed, then turned to Kay, "Hi, Kayla, can I call you Kayla?" Kay had barely any time to answer before the girl continued to speak, "Yeah, I'll call you Kayla. My name's Zuria."

The girl smiled, and Kay noticed her red eyes sparkle in the colorful lights. "Werewolf," she thought.

"So, what course are you taking? Oh, wait," Zuria looked at Kay's clothes, "Exploring? That's so hard. I'm a magic caster," she smoothed down her purple dress as she said, "I like magic."

Kay smiled, "That sounds nice."

A loud sound was heard from the top of the high staircase they were standing on.

"Call for assembly, come on, let's go," Ilkesi gestures to Kay while Zuria skips ahead.

Kay's POV

As I walk into class, which is a circular shape with single or double seats scattered around, I can already feel so many eyes on me, including the teacher, who is this tall, skinny woman with green eyes and glasses perched on her nose.

"New student? Go ahead and introduce yourself. Name and species." The woman stated simply.

I swear, whoever invented the 'introduce yourself to the class' thing is the worst person ever (after the person that created school and homework), "Hi, my name is McKayla Leathe, and I'm a fairy."

"Go ahead and pick a seat, McKayla," she gestures to the seated class.

Unfortunately, Lucas isn't in this class because he picked a "different thing to study" instead of Ancient Runes, so I am forced to sit next to a bunch of people that I literally do not know. I scan the empty seats, which unfortunately are only double seaters with one seat occupied, until I see one at the back next to a black-haired guy. I quickly make my way to the seat, setting my bag down and pulling out my notebook.

I lower my head to look for a pen before I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and see the guy putting a pen on my notebook.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem," he replies, before looking back to the teacher, who is writing some stuff on the board.

"Hey," I mutter to the guy, who looks back at me, "What's the teacher's name?"

"Oh, that's Madam Bolzanero," he responds.

"What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?" he shoots back

I feel very attacked right now, my gosh, can't someone ask for a name nowadays? "I want to have the privilege to know who I'm going to be sitting with for the next 4 years."

He chuckled, and his hair shifted a bit, uncovering bright blue eyes, "Eiren. Eiren Camilleri."

"Thank you," she sighed, "My name is McKayla-"

"I just heard," Eiren rolled his eyes, turning back to Madam Bolzanero.

Rude.

"So, what do you guys learn here?" I try to strike up a conversation, but it's obvious he isn't looking very interested.

"It's the name of the class, didn't you notice? Ancient Runes."

I bit my tongue to stop the insult from rolling off of it. "Have you always been this cocky?"

He ignored me and started to write whatever the heck Madam Bolzanero was writing on the board–I had to squint my eyes.

"Has her handwriting always been so..." I think of a word to describe it, "loopy?"

He muffled a laugh but responded, "You'll get used to it, believe me. Took a few months but I can understand about sixty percent now–drastic change from the beginning."

He nods, "You can copy from my notes if you can't see her handwriting."

I blink, shocked, "Oh, thanks."

I see a hint of a smile on his face, "No problem."