Chapter 2

Dad laughs then flicks his finger and my arms went back to normal. It was starting to look like that violet cabbage.

"Sorry, Miss. I'm so sorry, Sir," the girl bowed multiple times while apologizing.

People are starting to stare at us and I hate stares.

"It's fine," I said but she won't stop bowing then I noticed the people with her on the bench are hysterically laughing.

I know what this is. I've been through this once during my middle school. I was about to run to her 'friends' when she pulled my hand while still bowing, "Don't please. They won't give me back my bag if you won't leave me embarrassed," she said.

I can't see her face since she's still bent. Dad and I took a quick glance at each other then a smirk formed on our lips. We looked at the bunch of laughing hyenas on the bench then Dad used his magic to make them float on air while paralyzed then I run to get the girl's bag. It was half-open and I can see that these hyenas went through her stuff. It's the first day and they are already marking people.

The girl, noticing that it went quiet, raised her head and looked at me then she looked around and saw that everyone's staring at us. But I still smiled at her while handing her bag, "Here," I said.

But she looked at me with cold sharp eyes, "Thanks," she said then ran away.

I looked at Dad but he just shrugged, "Her vocabulary's missing some words," then I heard the group yelp as Dad put his hands down.

I sighed since I realized that a lot of people are staring at us but Dad looks proud of what he did.

"Did I forget to tell you?" Dad said then pats my head, "I'm going to be your professor in Air Techniques" he said with a wide grin.

I know. I heard it a week before I enroll here but who cares, I heard he can't give me any special attention though he might be keeping my safety as his top priority.

Dad's the best in air techniques, starting from flying the broom, a car of making himself or other things float. He even made a whole lake float when we went on a family trip before.

I heard a loud sound of a bell, a literal bell - the pear-shaped iron thing- then everyone went inside the academy-creepy-building.

The kid's parents went on their way and one by one, they drove off.

Mom might still be taking to the Dean since she made me have her room when she was still studying here, saying that I will love it. Dad and I looked at each other and followed what everyone's doing, except that he met someone who looked like a professor on the entrance and poof, he disappeared.

I tried my best not to bump anyone since I already had a disappointment earlier when I started to be helpful. With the loud noises, shouting and laughing, I covered my ear. I hate the noise. It makes my thoughts go rampage in my brain, it's already loud enough inside.

The inside of the creepy academy looks like what you expect it to be except that there are bright lights, making it look like it's just abandoned. The chandelier looks over-used but still, it works fine. The wall looks dusty but when I swiped it with my finger, it's clean. Everyone's walking towards a large hall, on its way, there are a hundred frames hanged on its wall. It looks like those photo frames on hunted houses, blurred and it looks vintage, and with just one blink a ghost might pop out or that you might see a creepy face on the photo. But these look like a typical class photo.

"132nd," I whispered what was written on the bottom of the photo frame. It looks like these are the class photos of the past students in this academy.

Some students stopped to look at the other class photos while some continued their way to the hall as if nothing is interesting.

I heard a kid from the group beside me who's looking through the pictures as well say: "These is my great grandfather."

I looked at them and I saw their eyes looking at the picture with awe, their excitement to see their faces hanged on the wall like the picture after a year makes me imagine myself on a frame like this.

We heard a loud voice from the hall, calling everyone to enter and have a sit.

The noises are now gathered in a single place and it's starting to make my ears and head hurt. There are at least a hundred seats aligned on the floor of the hallway, half is almost full and there are still students on their way to take a sit.

I saw Dad in front and he waved his hands to me, telling me to sit beside him. I nodded and walked towards him, I can feel the stares of the students follow me as I walk in front. Maybe some of them think that I am some kind of professor now that I will be sitting beside Dad.

He smiled and taps on the seat beside him, the other professors are busy enough talking to each other but the one who was talking to him in the entrance smiled at me and was about to say something, when the mic let out a sharp and irritating noise as the woman in front put the mic on its stand.

Dad poked my ears and for a while, I heard nothing, only the air and mild sounds around me. He sure knows that noise is my weakness. It started when I was in middle school, at that time when I experienced what the girl earlier went through. I can see the woman in front saying something but then she suddenly looks like she's already yelling her lungs out.

"You fine now, Baby?" He whispers as the sound slowly comes back to normal and everyone's already quiet.

A line of black cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, there are hundreds of them, all wearing the same red collar with a little bell.

"These mighty familiars will be your guide and security for the rest of the year, each group will have a cat on their side to help them in anything," The woman in front nodded and the black cats disappeared like bubbles.

I heard the students whisper at each other and that sound made me shiver, it's so soft and cold at the same time it feels weird hearing whispers this loud.

Then after a few remarks, a very thin woman, pale as a paper with her white hair in a bun tightly fixed on top of her head appeared out of, as usual, nowhere. Her eyes are all white, it doesn't seem to be caused by blindness and I'm sure I've seen the same eyes before or I might've read about it on a book but it's not because of sickness. Her black dress that covers her entire body made her look like a ghost.

And again with those whispers from the crowd of students but she just stared at everyone quietly, waiting for them to keep their mouth shut.

It's questionable, most of the students are about my age and it's expected that they should be behaving well but they all act as if it's their first time getting out of their cage... or maybe it is?

I stopped myself from looking behind since I am in front and I know I will only get a lot of eyes if I did that so I just focused and waited for the woman's words.

"I am Miss Suzuanne Djanobskan, the dean of Vu'ay Academy," she said in a strong but calm and soft voice. Her eyes suddenly locked into mine, "Welcome, dear students," she added and for a second I somewhat felt my head spin with her words.