‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’

I rub my eyes and look at the room around me. The curtains are closed which creates a dim glow eminating from the window. As I sit up I look at my calendar. It was August 11th. Tuesday. Wait, Tuesday? The 11th?

It was not just a normal Tuesday. It was the Tuesday. The Tuesday I had been waiting for my whole life! The entire point of my existence!

The sole thing to keep me going through my long and arduous days. Today I was going to Aldwyns!

I leap out of bed and run to the window and throw open the curtains. It was a bright and sunny day.

Today I was going to start a new life. Finally after waiting 15 long years for this I can finally do my family proud. Would I be stuck with the dumb kids? Or would they find that I don’t actually have magic? Would I have to work too hard?

What the heck. I should be fine. Don’t worry. Nobody is going to die. It’s just high school. With magic. And teachers that could kill me with a look. And murderous gargoyles. And possible humiliation. What if I don’t have magic. That would ruin my reputation. NO! Stop. You will be fine.’

I hurry and run out to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. I wave my hand over the shower faucet, and the water turns on. I quickly shower and get dressed in the school robes they sent me, all the way back in May…

“Dad! Stop it. I’m old enough to send the letter by myself! I don’t need you to always tag along,” I complain.

“Alright, alright. I just want to be there for my favorite daughter’s special day,” he persists.

My older sister gasps, “What does that make me?”

“Don’t ask me! I have no clue,” my Dad responds.

“How do you not know? You’re the one who said it,” she says exasperatedly

“Bold of you to assume that I understand what comes out of my mouth.”

“You’re not that old,” my sister says.

“Guys! Just get in the car!” I yell.

About a month later, a letter appeared in our mailbox. It had a red wax stamp on it with a dragon on it.

“Yes!” I exclaim as I leap into the air. “They responded!”

I cautiously lift the edge of the letter’s seal flap and peek inside. Of course I can’t see anything at all. I carefully pull the envelope open, and peer at the letter inside.

Accepted! I made it into the most prestigious magic academy! Inside the letter they have a list of the things I need. And a red robe, showing that I didn’t have my specific type of magic yet.

I wonder what type of magic I’ll have. Hold up, what kinds of magic are there? Frankly, I’m not even sure! I guess I’ll find out.

As I get out of the car, I spot the orientation group. It’s a small group. As I walk up, the chaperone taps her foot impatiently.

“You’re five minutes late.”, she croaks.

“I’m sorry, traffic was terrible.”, I apologise.

“We do not accept excuses here. We are on time, or we don’t survive for very long here,” she says in a commanding tone.

“Now that we are all here, let me take the role,” she says as she gives me a death glare.

“Noah Pkos.” A kid with dark hair and bone white skin raises his hand.

“Shallon Devort.” A rich looking girl stands up. “Here, also this place is a mess. You really should-”, she trails off as she gets a death glare. I thought those were reserved for me.

“Markos Thsps.” An insectoid raises his hand.

“Joyce Terka” A confident looking theatre kid shot her hand up like a rocket.

“Avery Quinn” A shy looking girl raises her hand tentatively.

“Kallon Venice” A young elf raises his hand.

“Nova Arden.” I look up at our chaperone. “That’s me.” She gives me another death glare.

As we walk in the front gates, our chaperone talks about the history of Aldwyns. “Aldwyns was founded in 1555 about 550 years ago. This is the original campus building with a few new buildings. We have also only stabilized the structure and not changed any of the architecture.”

She begins to go on and on and on about the architecture and the founders, and I begin to daydream. When I decide to pay attention, we are in a small hallway surrounded by doors. “Now dorm rooms.”