The Power Academy

Chapter 25- Miss Maggie

A/n

You guys, I am absolutely blown away from all of the support and love this story has. I genuinely have no words to describe how grateful I am to each and every one of you. We are so close to hitting 100k reads, and honestly, when I started this, I wasn't even sure I was going to have 10k just because I didn't understand the weight of what I was setting out to do. So many of us in the community have experienced pain and trauma, and through this book, people have actually been able to come together, be a safe place of learning, and help each other heal. I am beyond grateful that my pain pushed me to write because I wouldn't have met as many amazing people if I hadn't made this account.

Okay, I am gonna shut up now and give y'all another chapter.

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Kayla's PoV:

As I try to decide what to do, the bell rings and people begin filing out of the dining hall. Wiping my tears, I stand up and grab Sasha's hand, "come on, we have to get to class." Sasha chuckles and looks up at me from the bench,

"Hun, while my dear Bastian still enjoys these classes, we actually met during my last rotation. I only come in as an assistant to the professors and as legal counsel for the academy. So while you have to make it to class on time, I think it would be more beneficial for me to meet with Madam Carter about some more business that needs discussing," I laugh at the obvious fact that I hadn't realized, that Sasha is older than me and obviously much more experienced. Before I run off, he pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, "no matter what you decide to do, Bastian and I will always be here to support you. You are family now," he lets go and walks away, looking back to sassily wink at me.

As he leaves, I realize that I actually have no idea what the next class is. I have missed so much class because of everything that I have never actually been to the class after lunch. I pull my schedule out of my pocket and look at what is the next class: Toys 1A. Well, this should be a fun class. Walking into the classroom, I see a setup similar to Bondage 101. There are several tables almost like a lab classroom. I find an empty table and sit at it, hoping I'm not in anyone's spot.

The class proceeds fairly quickly, with the focus being the pinwheel. This tool makes me nervous and excited, seeing the ways it could be used for both sensory play, yet also for pain. I roll it on my own palm a couple of times to feel the intensity and how much I think I would enjoy but then spend most of my time looking at the couples in the room. They all are enjoying themselves, finding different ways to try out the pinwheel, both innocently and teasingly.

The small moments between each couple makes my heart tighten and I think about Jasper. I think about the way he looked at me the first time we interacted, how he already felt the urge to protect me and care for me. The feeling of his hand on my cheek floods against my skin as I remember the way he sounded when I succumbed to the passion in that room. Every inch of his skin, every moment that has been shared, every breath that I have lost because of him. The smile in his eyes, the way his hair never does what he wants, yet he looks perfect every moment of the day. I see the hurt in his eyes as I pushed him away, doing the right thing... was it the right thing, or was it the easy thing?

Was it the right choice for me or was it just a safe choice? I think of Gemma and a laugh comes out of my throat. I think of those bouncing curls, the way that she captures the room when she walks in. The power of her voice, the sultriness of her submission, her dominance, her entire aura. The images and memories flood my head like a cloud and I don't even hear the bell ringing, the only thing cluing me into it being over was the fact that I was now the only one left in the room aside from the Professor, Miss Maggie. She gently put her hand on my shoulder and smiled as I jerked up to look up at her.

"You seem to have been deep in though my dear, may I ask what was on your mind?" I sigh and don't even know where to begin, but before I can even think words are flooding out of me. I tell her about the fears I have from the trial and my experiences, I tell her about Jasper and Gemma, and I even tell her about my problem of not knowing what I want or who I should be. She never interrupts, simply sitting next to me and listening as nearly every wall of my privacy breaks down from the emotional pressure that has been weighing on them since I came to this school. Rather than responding immediately, she simply pulls me into a hug and allows me to catch my breath, "My dear, how have you been bearing this all on your own?" She rubs my back and caresses my cheek, much like how a mother would console their own child, "Obviously you are struggling darling, you are in the midst of conquering a trauma, and are presented with a completely new opportunity. This is still all so new to you, even experienced individuals in the community would be confused as to what to do. Don't be afraid to go after what makes you happy just because you are scared of the unknown. At the same time, don't simply walk into something because that is what others are wanting you to do. This school is a safe place for you to learn and grow into the beautiful and best submissive that you want to be, take this journey and opportunity as you feel ready," with every word she says, I feel weights being lifted off of my shoulders. How the hell have I never been to this class before? Honestly, who needs anything else besides talking to Miss Maggie?

We talk for about another hour, and as I stand to leave, she makes me promise to talk to her more and rely on her as a confidant. Leaving the room, I feel motivated and even more certain in my decision. The confidence that Miss Maggie gave me floods in me as I run up the stairs and down the hall, even empowering me to knock on the door. However, all confidence drains out of me as the door opens, barely managing to get the words out of my chest.

"We need to talk."

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A/n

Y'all I really loved writing this chapter.... Also can I just say that I love each and every one of you all? I started this book at such a low point in my life, and here we are at 100k reads. I can't even begin to share with you how much I have cried today because of how much you all mean to me. I know the chapter is over, and most of you guys are going to brush past the author's notes, but I just have things I need to say

Thank you for taking the time and the chance on an author that is writing about some hard things. I started this book because I could never find any stories on Wattpad that accurately portrayed the community. However, my experience with the community does involve trauma, and I would have been lying to myself, and you all if I had omitted it. Chapter 7 was about the hardest things I have ever had to put into words, but your love and support have meant everything to me. You all have been here through mental breakdowns, escaping abuse, and now I am even looking at the possibility of finding my own Jasper.

I don't want to rant and make you bored, but I just wanted to say that this book and you as my readers have become a serious support system, and especially to those in the group chat, I want to say thank you for becoming a second family to me. Your encouragement and little tips as I am struggling to put my ideas down for the books push me to write and to never give up.

Seriously, from the bottom of my heart

I love you always,

Lizzie.