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"Definitely not." I dolefully disapproved as Lani held up a strapless burgundy dress. It was the final day in October and the academy had a day off to prepare for the Annual Ball. I wasn't fond of such inconsequential functions, especially since the dress code was formal.Everyone knew I didn't do frocks and heels. MY formal was ripped jeans,combats,tank tops and leather jackets. However,seeing that I had a 'role in society' now, there was no way of getting out of it. The Chancellor had assiduously explained that to me; with a few threats here and there. Since we weren't allowed off the compound, Lani took it upon herself to carry every dress she owned to the dorm room. I didn't possess any dresses of my own but I wasn't pleased with borrowing one either. My ego and sense of independence added to my intractable demeanor.
In the end, Lani's tenacity won and I was sitting on her bed picking out dresses. The kid had been conjured to dine and dress with Queen Khira for the day. The Queen always attended the functions. After all, that was all she was good for. The Electi didn't seem too pleased by the offer but it wasn't like she had a choice anyways. I think she would rather be in training with Aiden than to be sipping camomile tea and nibbling biscuits with the monarch.
Aiden.
The past days of training had been hectic for me. I developed new bruises everyday but that didn't deter me. I didn't give Aiden the pleasure of me backing down even though our skills weren't commensurable in the least possible ways. I was especially elated that he didn't mention the thoughts I had had about him, although I made sure to stow them away. To be honest he didn't speak to me much after that episode. He seemed to ignore me but I guess that was for the best. Atleast I could focus on my skills instead of his very, very hot body.
So in a week's time my gradings had hopped from a failing F to a B+.
It wasn't an A but I was still proud of myself. Aiden wasn't an easy person to please.
I had also trained with the Electi but she always got tired and sickly after awhile. Whenever she got worked up, that dull yellow in her aura seemed to linger more so than ever. I made a mental note to ask Aiden if she had any illnesses.
"Earth to Aeja." Lani snapped her fingers before my eyes.
"Oh sorry what were you saying?"
She frowned. "I was asking what you think of this one..."
She held up a black dress. It was sleeveless but had thick straps and a heart shaped bust. Simple, but it looked decent enough.
"Can it fit though? You're a bit thinner than I am."
"Ofcourse it will. I've never worn it before," she smiled and handed it to me, "Might be a bit tight but you have the curves to make up for that."
She winked and I rolled my eyes.
"Come on, try it."
I stripped down infront of her (yes,in front of her.) Not like she didn't have what I had. I dragged on the dress. It wasn't tight but it really hugged my body. It fell right above me knees and was soft to the touch. My breasts fitted the bust line perfectly. It looked—
"You look amaze-balls!" Lani squealed and clapped her hands.
"Ugh, Lani please... No squealing."
"Fine. Now for the shoes."
She held up a sparkly silver heals with a bow at the back. It would've looked amazing to me if I was a glitter person.
I nodded and she squealed again.
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The Gifted
Ficção AdolescenteIn a secluded woodland area lies an academy which hosts a set of people or young adults rather who possess certain psychic abilities and/or elemental manipulations. Every 50 years, someone is chosen to become the King or Queen of the Gifted Ones. Th...