y final adjective to describe my first day of school: weird.
After dancing coeds, compassion from my headmistress, and potions taught by my best friend, I had Senior Thesis Study Hall where I was supposed to come up with a research topic I’d work on throughout the year that highlighted my “essence as a protagonist.” Outline due this semester; fifty-page paper due next semester.
The rest of my day consisted of Hair Dos & Don’ts, Public Speaking for Young Rulers, and Escape! Getting Out of Locked Closets & Other Places You’re Trapped In.
I sure could have used that class last semester.
Finally we’d arrived at the conclusion of the day—my free period. That meant I had an hour to dedicate to my own pursuits. Usually, that meant sparring practice.
I trotted toward the practice fields on th
