The Mysterious Life of Amelia 1

Chapter 7

I entered through a mural door. I found myself in a parallel universe that resembled my high school years. It's the same place and classes. But there are more supernatural beings: fairies, goblins, werewolves, and unknown vampires.

Of course, like in any new place, I'm afraid to connect with someone to make friends. This is because I'm afraid of all kinds of things. I'm afraid someone will laugh at me or treat me badly, but what happened to Jace? It consumed me. Despite fear, and that's what I did.

I started walking toward one of the classrooms and saw many students, so I entered. There were mattresses in the middle of the classroom, with tables as frames around them.

Some students sat on tables, chairs, and mattresses. Others stood. I am one of those, even though I am in the corner. Look at Oliver.

He is the only one I know here. I thought, God, please let him not teach me.

He's the sole acquaintance I have, prompting my inquiry. His annoying and manic behavior when I met him has stayed with me.

As soon as I see the five teachers standing in the middle of the class, I know the class has started.

A person with black hair and horse legs says, "Welcome to the supernatural classes." I'm Orin Solgar, and I'm in charge of your classes. Here you will develop your supernatural powers and character."

"In a month, you will take exams. They will analyze your character and strengths. Oliver's tone was abrasive as he stated, "We'll adjust your schedule." He looked at me, and his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, but not in a pleasant way."

The four teachers left the center of the class, and one teacher remained. We started the exams, and anxiety took hold, but Oliver approached me.

He stood in front of me and signaled to me with his eyes to follow him. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. But I followed him. Outside the classroom, I saw Ulsor, Orin, Oliver, and a teacher I didn't know.

"What is occurring here?" I asked under pressure. When they took a while to answer, I realized it myself. There is more than one creature that has marked me. They want me to train and study alone. "Who will teach me?"

Everyone looked at Oliver. No. Not a chance, I thought. "What are the chances someone else will teach me? I don't connect with his teaching style."

"You don't have to believe in the way he teaches; you have to study and not worry. You're still taking the exams," Orin argued.

"This is to prepare you and the students for the battle you said would come, according to the vision," Ulsor added. I didn't argue because it made sense.

"Well, where will we practice and when?" I asked Oliver, realizing I had given in to logic.

"In the training hall." It's bigger than our class. And after your human studies, you can continue your mission with Jace." He knows how to be polite when he wants to. He added in a sarcastic tone, "What's his name?"

I was talking. I replied with mock politeness. The ringing interrupted our locked gaze.

I walked back the way I came. I tried to open the mural door but failed. A forest elf saw my struggle. She wore flowers and was green like plants. She helped me through, waving her hand like a high school principal.

As soon as we passed, she changed her form and looked like a normal girl. After all, I'll make friends besides Jace, I thought. "Thanks for helping me. I'm Amelia. And you?"

"I'm Linea Priva..." she said in a shy and gentle voice. My head nodded. "You are more than one creature, aren't you?" I asked. "Wow, my mom told me about it..." she exclaimed. "I thought it was a fairy tale." She added in a whisper out of embarrassment.

"It's fine, I thought elves were a myth too but..."

"Okay, then I'll see you in the rest of the classes," Linnea said and walked away as I saw Jace.

Jace approached me, gazed at the mural, and exclaimed in awe.

"Childish?" I tried to complete him because, after all, I had no idea what he was thinking.

"Amazing, whoever painted this must be an artist." He said in astonishment and continued to examine.

I turned to him. He fixed his gaze on me, eager to hear my question. "Do you know how to draw or enjoy art?" I asked.

Jace looked at me and started walking in the direction he came; I walked along with him. "I sometimes draw just for fun, but I don't do well..."

"One day you'll let me see your paintings and tell me the truth; you might be good."

He shook his head in disagreement.

I sighed in frustration. "Well, we'll agree to disagree," I said with a smile and looked at the floor.

Jace's words burst out, unexpected and unplanned: "I appreciate our conversation."

I looked up at him and stopped walking; so did he. I look forward to our conversation, but what sparked this topic?

He furrowed his brow in incomprehension. "Why do you ask that?"

"It seems obvious to me because if you didn't have fun talking to me, you would stop being my friend, wouldn't you?" I explained my reasoning.

"That's not true. I know people who still talk. They don't have fun together or reveal their feelings. I want you to know."

Jace's words made me reflect. I'm one of those who hides their feelings. But what I said was true. He is a delightful companion to me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the bell rang. Now was the beginning of the first test of the supernatural. It made me tense, and Jace noticed.

"Why are you so stressed?"

"I have an exam in..." Well, you have to invent something again. "In the Bible, I have to leave. I'm stressed because the teacher is. What's the right word? So good luck with him," I said.

Jace felt confused. He asked, "Isn't it weird to have tests and exams in the first week of school?"

"You are right. But the teacher wanted to test my knowledge. I offered a clear explanation: changing the class level is reasonable."

"Good." He touched my hand again, and warm currents spread throughout my body. "Good luck." 

I nodded and walked back to the mural.

Oliver waited for me there, looking at the watch in his hand. "You're late."

"You know there is a ring now, right?" I replied with biting irony.

"So why do you think you're fast?" He stung me back, and nerves rose in my body. I tried to relax with my breath, but Oliver amused himself.

His smile faltered, and in a solemn tone, he instructed, "Close your eyes."

"There's no way; I don't know what you'll do to me."

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"I'd rather be afraid than trust a stranger," I said. I looked into his eyes, which were as blue as the stormy sea.

"But you know me. I'm Oliver. Oliver's tone dripped with irony as he uttered the word 'pleasant.' He extended his hand, as in business introductions."

"I don't mean it, and you know it."

He nodded, rolling his eyes in disdain. "You are not supposed to know me. I am your teacher. That should make you trust me."

My mind acknowledges you don't have to understand; he's your guide.

I sighed in frustration. "Fine." I closed my eyes as he asked. I felt his hand touch my waist to guide me. His other hand touched mine. My breath hitched.

I know I shouldn't feel this way. I have currents in my body because of Jace. And now I'm with my annoying teacher.

"Now you can open your eyes."