"Next, oh, a transferee. Eleanor Jones..." The hostess mentioned my full name from the sheet she holds.
My attention drifted away from Vlad and to the audience. I began panicking as Vlad started to return towards the bleachers. Flickering my fingers while I listen to my pounding heart beats like a drum base was the terrible thing I can only perform to encourage myself up.
However, it is inevitable for someone like me to be humiliated at first. Why? Oh perhaps because I don't have a damn magic power that everyone has and the occurrence of this event was unexpected. Luckily, no one knows who the hostess was calling and so, perhaps, this is an opportunity to stay quiet so that the hostess would think that Eleanor Jones is not present for today.
But Vlad AS BEING VLAD HE IS, forcefully pul
