The Academy

Chapter 1 - Discovering

6/06/6666

Dear Journal,

Last week, my science class caught on fire. My friend was believed to be responsible. But there's NO WAY. Random things like this have been happening lately. I write it all in my journal to record it and it sounds insane but just listen. Somebody needs to record all this weird shit that is happening. People need to know! Yesterday, time stopped. Like actually. Or at least I think it did. I was looking at my ePhone and the time just skipped like three minutes! Nobody else seemed to notice. I don't know what's going on but I'm gonna get to the bottom of it! On another note, today I will actually talk to her. I promise! Anyways I'm in geometry class right now, which is my favorite class because I have it with her. Not that I ever talk to her... but I'm working on that! Only a couple of people know about my crush. A few of those people were in this class, my best friends; Peeko and Emily. I call Emily Em. Em sat next to me. We always talked throughout this entire period but somehow never got in trouble? There were supposed to be strict rules about talking during class but I guess our teacher actually just did not give a crap. Anyways, I should pay more attention and stop writing in my journal now before I actually fail, so bye!

I look up from my journal and Sir Martin, our teacher is in the middle of his boring, never-ending lecture. I swear he repeats himself in a monotone voice simply in an attempt to bore me, and he is succeeding! Em is next to me looking just as bored as I am. "Don't look too interested," I say sarcastically. Emily actually laughed so hard that the teacher finally stopped talking. The attention was brought on us. She doesn't stop laughing. It's times like these where I wish I wasn't so damn funny. "Izorainlyndobells-" That was his way of pronouncing my name. It was obviously wrong but he didn't care enough to correct himself. "Izzaerainlyndabell. It's Izzaerainlyndabell, not Izorainlyndobells," I say. Sometimes I hate my name but my mother insisted on being "unique." "Don't correct me. Please restate what I just said while you were sitting back here socializing with your schoolmate during my class time," the teacher says. I stare at him blankly. I want to say something to save myself the embarrassment and the detention but I have no clue what he said. "I'm waiting," he says firmly.

Suddenly, this girl in the back of the class lifts her face from her book and answers him. "You were stating the formula for the area of a trapezoid: A = (b1+b2/2)h." "Very nice, Clover," says Sir Martin. He tells me to pay attention and continues lecturing the class. I mouth "Thank you." to this girl who just saved me. She mouths back "Don't mention it." She digs her face back between the pages in the midst of her book. "Clover." I think to myself. "I owe this girl." Geometry seems to last forever sometimes. Today is one of those days. "Hey Lynda," (I let Em call me this only because she's my friend), "what would you do if she talked to you?", says Em. "Uh I'm not sure," I reply. "But she wouldn't. She's far too shy and way out of my league." "Are you sure about that? What if she walked up to you and just said hello and maybe asked if you'd like to hang out sometime?", asks Emily. "She wouldn't.", I respond.

Suddenly she stands up from the opposite side of the classroom and walks over. There she is, effortlessly beautiful with her dark curly hair and right in front of me. I have the urge to just faint but I stop myself. "Hey, I'm Alizé." Did she just talk to me? Oh shit, she did. "H-hi, yeah I know! N-not like I stalk you or anything, I just know." I decide at this moment to shut the fuck up. She responds in the one way that I did not expect, she giggles. I really like her laugh. "Sorry.", I say. "I'm kinda awkward." She replies, "Me too. Can I call you Rain?" I love that she asks. "Sure!", I say. "Okay Rain, I walked over to ask you... would you maybe wanna hang out sometime?" Is this real? "Yeah!", I respond. "Cool!", she says as she walks back to her seat. What. The. Fuck. She actually just talked to me. And I am not dreaming! Emily just talked about something happening... and it happened! Is it a coincidence? I'm putting this in my journal.