PROLOGUE: I was growing more impatient by the second. "How can anyone be this late?" I whispered to myself. I've been waiting over an hour for the headmaster, along with thirty anxious students. Well I wasn't really anxious, annoyed would be the right word. Finally, he entered, Igen Cross, the youngest and most brilliant professor Drakestone Academy has ever seen. He was accepting only the best minds to enter his school and become his apprentices. Coming here was the worst mistake I've ever made in my life.....
.... because when I thought it was a fart, I **** my panties, and it smelled like a sewer had backed up into an oncoming freight train ! and who wanted to present themselves to an over indulgent drunk academy teacher with an overbite that you just knew he could tear up some corn, with a load in your panties ! I knew I shouldn't have had tacos and beer, and brats, and hamburgers, and steak, and pizza, and burritos, and a peanut butter and jelly sammich, but when your hungry, you're hungry ! and it all came flying out as one big loose chunk that splattered the walls, the floors, and the ceiling, so I just knew I was going to get kicked....and I did ! The End !
Chapter 1: Acceptance He entered the room, rolling his eyes over every, single, one if us. I didn't know if it was my imagination, but his glance seemed to linger on me a second longer, along with a few other students. "Well," he said, "let me see who has joined us today," he said with a smile. He grabbed the air beside him and a scroll appeared. The class looked in awe at this except for a few, lets say exceptional ones. He read each name followed by a shy "Here." As he read the list, he paused and looked up with an expectant smile on his face, as he called the names of Bruno Sovince, Ari Blood, Brinn Eddeys, Andrew Krux, and finally me, Tiffany Stone. He nodded, officially happy with what he saw. The professor checked his scroll for a final time, his eyes grew wide as he called out,"Sirk Chance". He looked up, his eyes searching excitedly for his target, while everyone else did the same. "Here."replied a silken voice from the back of the room. Every pair of eyes were locked on him in a period of silence, soon broken by the headmaster who ordered the class to look up. I'm one of the few who didn't obey. My eyes swept upon his jet-black hair, down to his piercing green eyes, across his muscular body, down to his shoes and back up. I noticed his elven features when I came back to his eyes, then he stared directly at me and looked away before I could even react. I decided then to look back at my giddy teacher. "Let me see who has fast reflexes," recited professor Cross as he pointed down the middle o the room. "Wait wha...... Woah!" was the response of most of the class as our seats disappeared with us on them. Thankfully, I caught myself like 14 other peers of mine. Others weren't so lucky as they fell on their butt. Cross looked extremely pleased as he inspected us who were still upright. "Those who are down, leave," Igen said, "Those who are standing....Welcome."