Damn shit...
I fucking hate school.
Having to sit for hours, listen to someone yapping for hours, and at the end of it all you only get one or two words.
Haaaaaa...
A loud sigh left my lips; it was a heavy, long sigh as some might say.
The first few days of classes were absolute torture, at least until I got used to it.
Magic classes upon magic classes — the only other thing we learned was rift survival, and even that was taught by an old teacher who could barely stay awake.
During that time a lot of students had started learning Flashstep.
And just like Mirabel had said, I wasn't allowed to learn it.
Even if I wanted to in secret, there were just too many eyes on me.
Beatrice had, of course, gone to complain, but Professor Mirabel had used the excuse that I was the Apex and the best of the best to get past her.
"I hope a truck flies up here and slams into the Dean without any reincarnation."
"I totally agree with that."
