Preparation

Franxine and I have already begun looking for items we will require during the witchmural, which will last three days. On the first day, we will discover what breed of witch we are; on the second day, All the same species of witch will gather to get to know one another. A ceremony for all types of witches is held on the third day.

"You're a student at the Walter Academy for Witches?" I asked, looking at the person next to me. A man the same as my age; he was dressed in a white polo shirt and denim slacks. His hair was dark brown and black, which matched the hue of his eyes, and has red lips.

He gave me a friendly smile.

"Y-yeah," I replied, staring at his hand before me.

I returned his gaze when he introduced himself as "David Gomez." When I observed that he was getting tighter when he grinned, I swallowed.

"Alison," I said shortly before ignoring his hand splayed out before me. I returned my gaze to him after hearing his small giggle.

"I'm new to this town. I just moved here last week and was looking for a school to attend. I asked someone, and they said a school was standing here; they taught the Walter Academy for witches." He told me I was plagued by the -time. What do I care if he has recently moved and is looking for a school?

"By the way, ordinary people are not permitted inside the school. Could you assist me in getting in?" I turned to him. Is he a regular person?

"You know that ordinary people are not allowed inside. Why would you ask me for help?" I laughed, and he was about to respond when I interrupted him.

"Besides, why do you think I'm going to help you? I don't know you, so why should I help you?" I questioned.

"Didn't I introduce myself earlier? Now you know who I am. Can you help me?" He asked, forcing my lips to part. This man is unique; he dares to say so.

"Alison, look at what I saw," Franxine said as she approached me, her gaze fixed on the man before me.

"Hey, who is he? You're not telling me you already have a boyfriend," she asked as my lips parted in response to what she said while not taking her gaze away from that man.

"My name is David Gomez," the man introduced Franxine, and I switched my gaze to the things in front of me.

"Franxine Hermoza, are you new here? This is the first time I saw your face." Franxine explained. I was looking for something to utilize.

"Yes, I just moved here last week, and I was looking for a school to attend; they recommended the Walter Academy for witches, but ordinary people are not permitted there," David told Franxine.

"Oh, do you want me to help you get in? My grandfather is one of our school's chairmen," Franxine remarked, and I stared at them both.

"Franxine," I said, turning to face Franxine, "people like him are not allowed in our school, so stop saying you're helping him." I disobeyed.

"But this is the only school in the town."

"Even so," I asked, glancing at David, "if he wants, he can move to another town with a normal school for people like him. What will ordinary people like him learn in our school?"

"Stop bothering us because we can't help you," I told him.

"He just said his grandfather is the chairman of your school," he continued, making my brow furrow.

"Oh, what now?" I asked. He scratched his eyebrow. "You can't go to our school because there are no normal subjects for the people there."

"But I want to learn witchcraft, so I came to study at your school. I'll pay whatever it takes," he added, facing Franxine.

"I want to adapt to a new environment. I want to learn things that some people like me don't know yet, so please, help me get in." He said this to Franxine; Franxine glanced at me. I just rolled my eyes at her, then continued seeking more to utilize.

I'm not sure what happened through that man's mind when he came to our town to fulfill his dream of studying things that some people have never done.

"Me...li....s...sa.." I stopped where I was standing when I heard another whisper. I turned around, but there was no one else except myself. I took a long breath and calmed myself down. I reached into my pocket for my medication, but it wasn't there.

I swallowed and kept trying to relax.

"I can help you, but there is still a screening to be done there. If you pass, they might let you in and accept you," Franxine said to David. As the two approached me, I swallowed hard and attempted to relax.

"El tiempo de la muerte esta cerca."

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Another day, another task to complete. I shut the door of my house and began heading toward school.

People I meet always give me evil looks. I'm unsure why they're staring at me so severely or what I did to deserve it.

I disregarded the glances I received from strangers. Instead, I wanted to know if I could pass today's spell test.

I came to a halt as I spotted the location where I first saw the strange woman. I took a deep breath and relaxed, remembering how I first saw that mad woman.

I refocused my attention on my path and resumed my trek toward school.