The Mirror Key

Chapter 4: You Sure About That?

Chapter 4: You Sure About That?

"Help! Someone get this brat off of me!" Yonis Kipet choked out, trying to regain his bearings.

So, let's see... he was about to deliver a speech he had spent nearly ten hours perfecting, but just as he was about to enrich the minds of the supernatural youth, an unconscious student fell on top of him, soaking him in what smelled like sewage water.

One of the nymphs' children, no doubt. He silently grumbled, already thinking of ways to punish the wrongdoer. Always the mischievous ones.

"Is someone going help me or not?!" Yonis questioned irritably, raising his voice. Despite being the child of a strong elf, he inherited nothing but his tall height and seldom appearing grace from that side of the family. He primarily took after his mother: pale, wide eyed, spindly limbed, and the skill to know when a death would occur. But those characteristics of his couldn't get him out of this particular situation.

He could hear the crowd murmuring, and dare he say it... snickering?! He gritted his teeth and repeated his cry of help, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Headmistress Stella putting a hand over her mouth as if in shock, but Yonis' eyes narrowed when he heard a fairy-like giggle escape from the woman.

It's official: Yonis, fire the insane Headmistress next week, Yonis mentally noted.

Finally coming to the realization that no one was going to assist him in standing up, he took it upon himself to push the comatose girl off of him. It took him a few minutes (a few, humiliating minutes), and when he finally found the strength to stand up, he mustered up his negative energy and sent a scathing glare to the audience, disregarding the girl who was still sprawled out on all fours.

"WHO WOULD HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DO THIS?!" He screeched out, mentally thanking his banshee mother for the shrieking ability, albeit it made him sound like a girl. Instantly the murmuring crowd was silenced. He turned to look at the girl. "Tell me: WHO IS YOUR CO-CONSPIRATOR?!"

The girl didn't answer, her damp locks sticking to her face. He forcefully nudged her with his toe, but she still didn't rise.

"You can't pretend to play dead forever," Yonis said through clenched teeth. He pulled back his foot, aiming to get a kick at her side, when Headmistress Stella spoke up.

"Yonis, stop," she said firmly, surprising him. Her tone was ringing with authority, and it showed no trace of insanity. "This is not a prank."

He shot back, "How can you prove that it wasn't?"

"She is innocent until proven guilty," she responded, and Yonis' temper rose.

"Stella, I know she's a student, but they can't be forgiven easily! These teens, or however you want to call them, are nothing but IMMATURE BRATS!" He sneered.

And just like that, Yonis Kipet became the primary target for the students' hate. But before they could act on it, Stella raised a hand, her gaze intense and reprimanding, not like the woman from before who was cheerful about Mr. Kipet becoming the co-headmaster.

"Yonis, before you start acting like an incompetent idiot who has his head stuck up too far his rear end, let me take this girl to the infirmary," Stella said calmly, to the delight of the teens.

Mr. Kipet's face burned bright red, mortified to be belittled by a crazy lady.

Ignoring him, Stella addressed the students, "I'm sorry to say this, but this assembly will be cut short due to... unforeseen circumstances." Her lips twitched, as if fighting off a smile. "But worry not, we will continue this tomorrow. Now I suggest you all head to class, where your teachers are waiting for you."