Snow Day - 811 Words
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Dear Moms,
Honestly, school isn't quite living up to my expectations. When you guys told me that they had secretly submitted an application to the best high school in the worlds for learning magic, I was thrilled, of course. A chance at getting into Oakwood Prep? All of the greatest minds of this generation were taught there when they were kids! It's a nerd like me's dream come true. I didn't think I'd have a chance in Hell in getting in, of course; You guys know that grades hover in the B's even with all of the extra time I put in. But I have to say, there was this crazy hope buried somewhere deep in my head that maybe, just maybe, I had a shot.
Well, suffice it to say that now I'm here, I'm not quite so elated. Only three days in and already I feel like the biggest screwup in the school. Now it feels like my priorities are less on becoming a world-famous mage and more on survival. It's not just that I miss you guys, either. Sure, my arrival was just as grand as I'd hoped: All the freshmen were flown in on the back of this dragon who chatted to us and told lame jokes all the way there. And god, the flight... I've never been up so high before. Everything was just specks, cold and small and miles below us. Entire villages passed by in seconds, whisked away in the blisteringly cold winds that buffeted us. But once I arrived, I was swiftly disillusioned. Oakwood is a school, after all, and nothing really goes well for me at school.
So I was walking up to the floating amphitheater where we were supposed to have orientation meeting and this group of older students came up behind me. I didn't really think much of it until I got hit in the back of the head with a huge pile of slush. I fell down and gasped, but it came out as a kind of nasty squawk. And that was when I realized: that stupid snowball had a spell in it. So, that was actually all I could do for a minute. I was just laying there with my face covered in snow, squawking like a baby wyvern while everyone laughed. My face was burning with shame, and the stench from the hex filled my nostrils with rotten eggs. Finally, the charm wore off, but the assholes who hit me were still cackling.
Being the idiot I am, I marched up and snarled, "Listen, jerkwads. I'm just trying to get to orientation. I don't want any trouble. But you throw another enchanted snowball at me and we're going to have a problem."
The sprite in front cackled. "Oh yeah, lumpy? What're you gonna do, wave your application at us?"
That's when I realized. They hadn't chosen me just because I was a convenient target. These upperclassmen were fucking racist. I should have known, to be honest. These guys could've picked on any one of us freshmen, but no. They chose the one demon. "Just leave me alone."
Suddenly, the whole group shifted subtly to block my path. The sprite continued, "You know who we are? We're the best mages in the damn school. And we don't appreciate nosy little demons who get in the way."
"But I wasn't in the way!" I objected. "I was walking ahead of you before you hit me!"
"I dunno," he drawled, "I have an awful lot of connections in this school, you little amphibian, and I bet they'd find it in them to take my side... With a little persuasion."
I bristled, and, against my better judgement, I snapped. "First, I'm a reptile, not an amphibian. Second, my Moms are some pretty successful lawyers, and bribery will get you nowhere with them. And third, I think I finally figured out why you hate me. You're just some stuck-up bullying daddy's boy, aren't you? You don't have a thing to offer the world, so you go after anyone different from yourself because it's the only way you can find to make yourself feel good. Well, you know what? I've got an orientation to go to, so bye, you pathetic little shit."
It was only as his furious shadow loomed over mine that I realized my mistake.
Three hours later in the emergency ward, I'm writing this letter to you. I don't really have anything better to do right now, as my leg is broken (among other things) and the medic says that I can't possibly attend class for at least a few days. My only happiness in this stupid room comes from the bed next to me, where the sprite lies unconscious, covered head to toe with bandages and burns.
I hope you're all doing well! Your injured son,
Fallstreak the Harrassed
Honestly, school isn't quite living up to my expectations. When you guys told me that they had secretly submitted an application to the best high school in the worlds for learning magic, I was thrilled, of course. A chance at getting into Oakwood Prep? All of the greatest minds of this generation were taught there when they were kids! It's a nerd like me's dream come true. I didn't think I'd have a chance in Hell in getting in, of course; You guys know that grades hover in the B's even with all of the extra time I put in. But I have to say, there was this crazy hope buried somewhere deep in my head that maybe, just maybe, I had a shot.
Well, suffice it to say that now I'm here, I'm not quite so elated. Only three days in and already I feel like the biggest screwup in the school. Now it feels like my priorities are less on becoming a world-famous mage and more on survival. It's not just that I miss you guys, either. Sure, my arrival was just as grand as I'd hoped: All the freshmen were flown in on the back of this dragon who chatted to us and told lame jokes all the way there. And god, the flight... I've never been up so high before. Everything was just specks, cold and small and miles below us. Entire villages passed by in seconds, whisked away in the blisteringly cold winds that buffeted us. But once I arrived, I was swiftly disillusioned. Oakwood is a school, after all, and nothing really goes well for me at school.
So I was walking up to the floating amphitheater where we were supposed to have orientation meeting and this group of older students came up behind me. I didn't really think much of it until I got hit in the back of the head with a huge pile of slush. I fell down and gasped, but it came out as a kind of nasty squawk. And that was when I realized: that stupid snowball had a spell in it. So, that was actually all I could do for a minute. I was just laying there with my face covered in snow, squawking like a baby wyvern while everyone laughed. My face was burning with shame, and the stench from the hex filled my nostrils with rotten eggs. Finally, the charm wore off, but the assholes who hit me were still cackling.
Being the idiot I am, I marched up and snarled, "Listen, jerkwads. I'm just trying to get to orientation. I don't want any trouble. But you throw another enchanted snowball at me and we're going to have a problem."
The sprite in front cackled. "Oh yeah, lumpy? What're you gonna do, wave your application at us?"
That's when I realized. They hadn't chosen me just because I was a convenient target. These upperclassmen were fucking racist. I should have known, to be honest. These guys could've picked on any one of us freshmen, but no. They chose the one demon. "Just leave me alone."
Suddenly, the whole group shifted subtly to block my path. The sprite continued, "You know who we are? We're the best mages in the damn school. And we don't appreciate nosy little demons who get in the way."
"But I wasn't in the way!" I objected. "I was walking ahead of you before you hit me!"
"I dunno," he drawled, "I have an awful lot of connections in this school, you little amphibian, and I bet they'd find it in them to take my side... With a little persuasion."
I bristled, and, against my better judgement, I snapped. "First, I'm a reptile, not an amphibian. Second, my Moms are some pretty successful lawyers, and bribery will get you nowhere with them. And third, I think I finally figured out why you hate me. You're just some stuck-up bullying daddy's boy, aren't you? You don't have a thing to offer the world, so you go after anyone different from yourself because it's the only way you can find to make yourself feel good. Well, you know what? I've got an orientation to go to, so bye, you pathetic little shit."
It was only as his furious shadow loomed over mine that I realized my mistake.
Three hours later in the emergency ward, I'm writing this letter to you. I don't really have anything better to do right now, as my leg is broken (among other things) and the medic says that I can't possibly attend class for at least a few days. My only happiness in this stupid room comes from the bed next to me, where the sprite lies unconscious, covered head to toe with bandages and burns.
I hope you're all doing well! Your injured son,
Fallstreak the Harrassed
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