Elements - A BTS fanfic

Chapter 3 - The One And Only

"What's your first class again?" Krystal asked me from behind while I attempted to tame my hair in the mirror.

"Politics and history." I mumbled, annoyed at a particular strand that kept jumping out of my ponytail.

She continued to groan loudly behind me. "Ugh, boring. I can't believe you picked that course. Maths is so much better." She quipped before packing her - obviously pink - backpack. 

I snorted at her remark. "That doesn't make any sense. What does math even have to do with bending?" I asked her, giving up on my hair with a deep sigh.

"Everything!" Krystal huffed, slightly indignant. 

I giggled as Krystal narrowed her eyes at me, biting the insides of her cheeks. I chose to ignore the look Krystal gave me as she took in my appearance via the reflection of the mirror.

It was clear she had inherited her dads' fashion sense - or they had actually picked out the outfits for her -  since she was again wearing clothes that for some reason looked like  a piece of art.

Her outfit consisted out of a plain polo shirt with the button popped upon, revealing the thin, black choker that sat low on her neck. Paired with her shirt she wore a cute, dark red skirt, having just the right length. She had covered most of her bare legs with white knee socks, and her bright pink hair was pulled back with a simple, red bandana.

Then there was me.

Like I said, my hair was a mess. The oversized, slightly greasy but oh-so comfortable sweatshirt paired with my favourite pair of black leggings didn't really make up for it.

"Anyways, you better hurry up before we're late for breakfast. I really need some coffee and if you want me to point out all the infamous students, we really need to leave - like - now." She paused as she slid into her trainers. "Unless you just want to be left to your own faith and wing the first classes without me - until we have our bending classes together - that is." She opted smugly, already knowing the answer.

"Right, let's go!" I shouted in slight panic before grabbing my own bag and following Krystal into the hallway.

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Krystal let out a loud moan after she took her first sip of steaming coffee, accompanied by two chocolate croissants. 

I watched her in anticipation, feeling too anxious to start eating my cereal. 

There were so many people my age in the canteen, it almost made me feel nauseous. I had never spent much time with many of my peers, so to be in a room filled with chatter and laughter from the students was a bit unsettling, to say the least.

"Right, let's get down to business." She spoke lowly as she narrowed her eyes at the crowd of loud students, oblivious to my state in distress.

Yesterday night she had talked endlessly about Lantford, confirming her expectation of not getting much sleep. 

She had explained how most students came from Asia, being children of the most powerful families and leaders of the continent. Therefore, I was very likely to stand out with my light green eyes, wild curls and small amount of freckles that painted my cheeks.

The classes at the academy weren't too diverse and quite easy to wrap my head around. They were mainly based on training young benders and talented non-benders. Courses that were free to choose from consisted of politics and history, sociology, math, languages, biology, psychology, geography and medicine. To earn all credits, you had to choose three of these. I had opted for politics and history, biology, and geography since those seemed most interesting to me and I sucked at math and languages.