Young Writers Society

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I sat on my bed, twiddling my thumbs while looking outside at the dreary landscape. Raindrops slowly dropped down out of the clouds, pitter patter, drip-drop. I had been confined to my quarters by the Professor, so that I wouldn't peek at my test results. I could only hope I made it in. A knock on my door aroused my from my daydreaming, and I moved to the door. A man sat there, looking proper and holding some sort of paper.

"You have been accepted." The man said to me, holding out the paper.

"Err, do I sign this?" I asked him.

"Yes." He replied simply.

I signed the paper, and he left. Soon after, a small girl escorted me from my old room, a dreary metallic room, decorated with a few blue posters, and the walls were painted, obviously not intended, with spraypaint that said: "Die in hell!" I was kind of glad to leave it. We passed through a huge hallway, with golden walls and a chandelier on the top every few feet. I was soon inside a large room, a cozy-looking room, with two beds and a lampshade separating them. A chandelier hung at the top, and the hardwood floors squeaked, as if they had just been polished. I thanked the girl, and she left, after informing me I would have a room-mate. With my luck, it would be someone Sara hated.

Soon after, a boy around my age, with a tattoo covering his left arm, and his teeth grit, came into the room. He had brown hair, and it fell over one of his black eyes. He looked kind of emo and brutal, and I was not too excited to have him inside my cozy new room.

"Who are you?" I asked, not meaning to be rude.

"Peter, your new room-mate." He answered.

"Oh goody." I thought to myself.

The boy unpacked his things, and I left. As soon as I came out, I was tackle-hugged by Sara, and her cousin, Megan, grinned at me.

"Hey Sara, Megan." I said to them.

"Hey Will!" Sara kissed me on the cheek, while Megan just waved and said hello.

We were then greeted by a young woman, who said her name was Kathy. She seemed nice, and she led us on a tour around the academy. I was shocked at how big it was. It had a large cafeteria, and I saw that gourmet food was being served. There were multiple lunch-ladies, and all of them had on fancy dresses and aprons. They wore hairnets that looked polished, and they served everything with a smile. We were DEFINITELY not back in school.

Next, I was led to a huge room, where there were bleachers, and a large chalkboard at the front. The bleachers, which looked rather comfortable, were obviously meant to be occupied by hundreds of students. A older man stood at the front, drawing on the chalkboard, what seemed to be ways of channeling magic into new forms. This must be one of the training rooms.

Next up, we were in the massive 'stadium'. It was meant for tournaments, or bigger trainings. We were then informed that the training tomorrow, which was some big initiation, would be held here by three of the best students in the Academy. I was very excited.

After completing the tour, we were told we could wander, or get our class schedules. Megan went to grab our schedules, while me and Sarah slowly wandered to the cafeteria. Upon arriving, three older students walked up to us.

"Hi!" One of them, a girl with brown hair, said to us.

"Hi..." I said, and Sarah shrunk back.

"We're the representatives for the Academy on the Council!" The tall boy, who had blonde hair said.

"Yeah, we make sure all the new students are ready for the training tomorrow." A boy with black hair told us.

"I'm Kiome," The girl with brown hair said.

"Rich." The black-haired boy said.

"Ben." The boy with blonde hair said.

"Err, nice to meet you, Kiome, Rich and Ben!" I said. They waved goodbye, and left us to ourselves.

We sat down at a table packed with students, and it said 'First Years' on it.

"Did you hear about the training?" One said.

"Yeah!" Another responded.

"I'm gonna beat ALL of you." Another said.

"Doubt it." A boy, who I recognized as Peter, said to them.

"Wanna go?" Another boy said.

"Not really." He returned, his hand igniting with black flames.

"Calm DOWN!" I said to the group.

"We'll find out who's better at training then!" The others said to Peter.

He just nodded.

Tomorrow was going to be a LONG day.