Everhex Academy

Chapter One : A Rude Awakening!

The street lights buzzed softly as I strolled down the quiet neighborhood street. The oak trees swayed with the late summer breeze, the sun descending into the horizon. I had this feeling. An off feeling as if something wasn’t right at all, but i couldn’t tell what. Anxiety surged through my veins and my mouth became dry. It felt like my stomach had dropped a thousand feet down into the floor. Soon enough, I heard heavy footsteps behind me, multiple sets of footsteps. I was too frightened to look behind me so i picked up my pace, then eventually sprinting through my neighborhood. My vision became skewed and blurry, so much so that I felt something abruptly come in contact with my foot. I fell to the ground, passing out.

My eyes slowly opened up to an unfamiliar setting. It seemed to be some sort of dorm. I sat up on the bed I was laying in and glanced around the room in a panic. Where am I even? The dresser was carved from sort of dark wood and the door frames as intricate swirls and designs etched into them as well. I caught sight of the window next to the bed to see a new sky. It must have been early in the day. That must’ve meant that I was knocked out all night. There was a wooden framed clock on the wall, which read 7:32.

I briefly stretched before getting off of the bed to investigate the area. Most of the furniture was wooden and carved, along with the desk that had a had written note on it. The lettering was extravagant cursive that was somewhat difficult to look at.

“Dear Scarlette March Whest,

We’ve selected you to be a student of Everhex Academy. We study different blood lines all throughout the country to trace down every potential sorceress and sorcerer we can. Your mother was an excellent student here as part of the manipulation coven. I have high hopes for you, knowing who your mother is. You will attend a trial at 8:30 to see what coven you belong to. If all goes according to plan, there will be five others attending this trial as well. We suspect you to be in the manipulation coven as well. We want to be certain about where you actually belong. Please be dressed before eight so you can eat breakfast before your trial. I will have a staff member escort you to the dining hall and then the trial grounds.

-Headmistress Locksenhaur”

A dizzy fog clouded my brain, almost making it ache. That didn’t answer many of my questions at all. All I know is that I’m at some sort of magic school and my mom used to be some type of witch. There was too much confusion to break down, because I didn't have anything to break down about because for the most part, I was completely clueless.

My feet brought me over to the closet to see black and white collared polos along with black and white skirts and mid-thigh length shorts. Automatically, my brain led me to assume that this was the uniform, which was a bit boring but it wasn’t terrible. I peered down to the bottom of the closet to see four pairs of shiny black penny loafers. They were plain and had a buck strap going across them with a cut out at the top of the foot. Quickly, I grabbed a black shirt, a white skirt and a pair of penny loafers. My outfit wouldn’t be complete without a pair of socks.

While pulling open the dresser drawers, a weird note was lodged in the mirror frame that I had failed to see before. I grabbed a pair of black knee length socks and put them with the rest of my outfit, folded over the desk chair. The note was also written in cursive.

“ A Bewitched Brunch

An opportunity to get to know your fellow peers. Feel free to mingle in and out of your selected coven

Where? In the west courtyard on campus

When? August 27th at 10:30am

Who? Anyone who receives this invite

Attire? Your uniform in your closet, along with the coven vest you’re given after your trial and your identification card to prove your attendance at the academy.”

As much as I wanted to be upset and confused, my brain wouldn’t let me. Somehow subconsciously, I was okay with this. These are obviously some serious people I’m dealing with so it would probably be best to not get into any trouble. I’m usually a laid back person who doesn't like resisting things unless they’re bothering me, and i don’t know why, but this wasn’t bothering me.

Back at my old school in Amsterdam, I was never really liked. People often picked on me for reasons I don’t know about. They would try to cut my hair or steal my notes. They would also try and trip me while I was walking through the classroom and through the hallway. I don’t even want to know what they said when I wasn’t in the room. My mom usually just brushed it off as “they’re just a little stubborn and closed minded.” She wasn’t wrong but she just essentially just glossed over the fact that I was being bullied at school.

I dreaded going back to school as the summer was coming to an end. I’d have to see the same people for the rest of my high school years. Maybe that’s why I didn’t absolutely hate the idea of being at this freaky witch school. A new opportunity awaits me. Almost like it was meant to be.

My eyes shifted to the clock on the wall to see it was 7:41. Somehow, I needed to shower and do my hair before eight, while knowing where absolutely nothing was. I looked through the underwear drawer to see new, packaged underwear that was terrifyingly my size and a dozen plain black sports bras. Having no time to be affected by this, I grabbed my outfit and walked into what I assumed to be the bathroom, which it was. Two sinks, a small shower and a toilet. Nothing super fancy. I glanced at the clock from outside the bathroom to see 7:43. My hands made contact with the cold, metal shower lever, turning it to start the shower up.

After the shower, I quickly threw on my clothes and placed my dirty ones in the bathroom hamper. Digging through drawers and cabinets, I managed to find a hair brush to comb through my loose curls. With speed, I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, leaving two strands hanging in the front. After scavenging the bathroom to figure out where everything is, I managed to find deodorant to put on and a toothbrush and toothpaste to brush my teeth with.

As soon as I was done in the bathroom, I glanced at the clock again to see 7:57. Everything I touched was put back in it’s place and all I had to do was put on my socks. I walked back into the room and put on my shoes, which were my size. It’s so odd how these people know all of my sizes. Maybe I could ask this escort all of the questions I have. Hopefully they’re kind enough to answer them.

I sat on the side of my bed, thinking my own thoughts until there was a knock at the door.