"I'll love you till I die, boy
Every day of my life
I celebrate you, baby, I adore you
Not just on Christmas"
Meet Medina Admon. She's clumsy, forgetful, and awkward. Not to mention she's also a Metamorphmagi that literally has no control over the c...
I jumped at the loud voice that came from around the passing corner. I turned to the right and saw Retepius Branford, a guy in my year, emerging out of a broom closet, and looking behind him, to the right, and to the left as if trying to lose a serial killer that was hunting him down.
"What do you want?" I scoffed, as he was one of the annoying douche bags at the school.
"You got the..." He paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Stuff?" He said in a lower tone.
"Um, what stuff?" I said, confused at his question because I didn't plan on giving him anything.
"You know..." He whispered. "Stuff." He said and did a motion with his fingers to make it look like he was rolling something up, lighting it, and putting it in his mouth and taking it back out.
"What?" I said, still not understanding what he meant.
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"You know! You have it! You give it out!" He whisper-yelled.
I stood there confused, again for a moment. Then I finally realized what he was talking about. Drugs is what he meant by 'stuff'. Everyone always calls me 'Medina on Meds' because, for some odd reason, they think I'm on drugs because I am laid back, say the weirdest things, have the strangest thoughts, and can't control my Metamorphmagi. My eyes are also red because every morning when I wake up, I wash my face and the soap always somehow gets into my eyes, causing the redness.
"Ooh. Oh! That 'stuff'" I said finally understanding. "Hold on." I told him, put my backpack down and reached into it and pretended to dig for something.
"How much do you got?" Retepius asked and leaned down.
"Enough for this entire school."I groaned as I reached deeper into my bag and pretended to grab something. "Okay. Here it is." I whispered and retracted my hand from my bag without grabbing anything, stuck my closed hand out to Retepius and flipped up my middle finger and psychotically smiled at him as I did so.
"...What the hell?" Retepius said, surprised that someone finally flipped him the bird.
"Fuck you." I smiled, still holding my finger out to him. "I got enough middle fingers for this entire school." I laughed and rose up to standing as Retepius did looking very offended.
"Hey!" He snapped. "Nobody, NOBODY flips me off!" He said through gritted teeth and whipped out his wand.
"Well, 'nobody' just turned to 'somebody'." I said snootily and picked up my bag and started to walk off.
"Flipendo!" Retepius exclaimed from behind me.
In an instant, an invisible force violently knocked me back onto my back, and I almost hit one of the two giant statues on this floor. Luckily my backpack had cushioned me from the fall, but nothing seemed to cushioned my astronomy project from getting crushed except for the floor. I flipped onto my side and pushed myself up. A curtain of my hair swooped down as I did, and it was no longer my normal blonde colour, but blue.
"Woah... Retep... What's going on?" Another pubescent male voice asked.
"Caught Meds taking some meds." Retepius lied. "Here, look." He told and held out a handful of random pills from his pocket.
The other guy I soon recognized to be Peter Lilicont, an actually decent guy. He gasped. "Woah, so the rumors ARE true!"
"No, they're not, you lying idiot!" I angrily exclaimed at Retepius after I got up. I stumbled a bit because I seemed to have caught my foot around the other while trying to move.
"Woah, woah, woah. Did you see that?" Retepius said to Peter, pretending to look surprised and pointed at me. "I don't think she's okay. We should take her to the hospital wing." He suggested. "Look her hair is going wild."
"What?!" I loudly said as Peter grabbed my shoulder and started dragging me to the hospital wing. "I'm fine! He's lying!" I shouted.
"Druggies always lie to get out of situations, on when they are caught, to go back and do more. You have an addiction, and it's bad." Peter replied and kept pushing me down the hall.
"Shut up! I'm not- I don't- I'M NOT ON DRUGS!" I yelled, whipped around, and angrily glared at Peter while my voice echoed down the brick hallway.
"Calm down. Who knows, you might've overdosed! Your systems might shut down, and AND, you might have a seizure! Your heart could stop, you could have gastrointestinal issues, including nausea, constipation, and-" He lectured.
"Okay! Okay! I get it! Just shut up!" I demanded. "For being one of the only decent people around here, you sure are annoying! Ugh! Leave me alone! Both of you-" I stressfully said before realizing Retepius was gone. "Where did... He go?" I muttered to myself and walked past Peter down the hall, curious on where he went off to.
"Professor! Down here!" I hear an echo of Retepius's voice down some of the millions of hallways.
"Oh no." I murmur as the rapid footsteps get louder.
"Miss Admon!" Professor Citrion, one of the new, younger professors here at Ilvermorny worriedly exclaims as he and Retepius swerve around the corner from one of the hallways.
Oh god. How am I supposed to escape this? If I run, I'll get caught. If I don't, I'll still get caught. I just got a really stupid idea, but I'm gonna do it anyway. I don't care anymore.
"STUPEFY!" I screech as I whip out my birch wand engraved with symbols on the handle.
A bright, red light erupts from my wand like lighting, and hits Professor Citrion straight in the chest. He falls down immediately, and Retepius, who was now ahead of him, skids to a halt and turns back around to help Professor Citrion.
Oh my god, why on earth did I do that?! I'm dead. That's it for me. The end. Farewell.
