I miss my grandma’s smile.
Peppermint mixed with a bit of lemon lingered in the air as I rested my head by the window. Flowers were everywhere on the road, happily greeting a bus full of sleeping students. This was the best part of it all. The beginning.
My friends already arrived a week ago at The Academy, but I wanted to be with my grandma for a little longer. My grandmother has always been the one raising me and for the past few years, she fell sick, and nobody could take care of her. A sigh came out as I stared into the scenery. Everyone else was sleeping, probably tired from the 5 hours long boat ride just to get here.
Beside me was my grandmother’s old leather bag that she also used to bring to The Academy. “A. Fallons” was written, meaning Amilia Fallons. She thought it would be
