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The first thing I heard in the morning was the alarm ringing loudly next to my ear. I gasped and reached to turn it off without too much moving. Yesterday Katey had a great idea to have a celebration since we both got into the Academy. For some stupid reason, I thought it wasn't a bad idea. Currently, I'm re-thinking that decision.

I figured it's about time to get up and pack the rest of my belongings. The Academy has a accommodation for the students. It will be much easier to get there from a building 5 minutes away from the Academy. Although I can't help myself but wonder how many people are going to be sharing the same  space as me. Every class has to share the accommodation building so that should be 'fun'.

I run to the bathroom and brush my teeth; a quick shower and all set. I smell pancakes downstairs which tells me Katey is all wide awake.

"Good morning, sunshine." The ginger greets me while pouring some syrup on the pancakes.

"Screw you. I'm never listening to you again." I grab the plate of food she passed me and dig into it.

"Last time you said the same thing, honey. Nothing is going to change. I am your freaking sister, you idiot." She messed my hair and laughed. It's true; we are like family to each other. There isn't a thing I don't know about her. Our first kiss, our first period, our first broken heart, our nightmares. We know each other better than ourselves, which is oddly funny. I have no clue about what I would do without her. She keeps me going all the time.

"Get up. The Uber is coming in an hour." The ginger reinstates my memory, so I pass the empty plate to her and run upstairs to put the last of the things left into my suitcase.

It kind of sucks that we have to leave this apartment. A lot happened since we moved here. For example, I once got so angry that I sucked the power from half of London or when Katey had a nightmare, and unintentionally made everything float. Later it turned out to be more than just a bad dream. My bed was out of the window with me sleeping on it. Good times but I guess it's time for some changes.

The Uber driver picked us up and explained it would take at least an hour and a half to get there, which wasn't bad considering it was rush hour. I put headphones on and fall asleep. What the hell can I do for so long? Katey would probably make me play some stupid games like 'I Spy With My Little Eye', or God knows what. My eyelids closed faster than I expected, and soon everything went black. 

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"Kaia! Bloody hell, get up you lazy ass!" I woke up to Katey jumping up and down, her eyes sparkling like a freaking star. Before I could even say a word, she turns my head around, so I am facing the view behind the window. My eyes open wide as tall buildings come into my view, standing next to each other like a domino, made in the style of 18th-century British mansion. There was at least 6 of them. Front walls made of red bricks, windows framed in a plank of old, dark wood, I couldn't believe they pulled something stunning like that. There was a lot of trees and flowers in front of the dormitory but no students.

"Where is everyone?" Katey asked, narrowing her eyebrows. I brushed it off and grabbed my suitcase. In the letter, they informed us our house number is three, class 1G, so that is where I am planning on going. I poked Katey, and we began to walk towards our new home.

This place was different in a lot of ways from the city. First of all, quiet. No cars were honking, no people shouting, no danger near. It gave me that safe vibe you get when you know you can trust something or someone. Second of all, it looked marvellous. Not to mention the work they put into setting this place up. I guess that's the reason why so many people want to get to this Academy. It's like a new generation Oxford or Cambridge.

Katey and I stepped through the entrance and noticed a couple of people shouting loud at each other. They will be our classmates. How great. My eyes scanned the lobby. The inside was even better than the outside — Burgundy colour walls, old, walnut wood furniture, couple of plants and bookshelves. I can't wait to see the rest.

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