Academy of realization by Maria D. (english novels to improve english .TXT) 📖

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I felt the uncomfortable yet familiar stinging sensation in my lunds as I ran around the track at my school, whil I harbored no love for sports I prided myself on my physical condition.I could see my breath clouding out in front of me as I ran, although it was mid-winter the track was clear of snow like always. I felt a buzzing in my pocket and pulled out the gem that I used as an alarm clock, the time flashed across the screen.

Time to get ready, I thought to myself.

I smiled and put on a burst of speed to finish my lap, I caaught my breat before heading back to my dorm to get a shower as I opened the door I felt my bookbag sliding across the floor.

I gathered up my clothes, and shower suppliers as I haded to the shoer on the other side of my hall. I shut the door to the shower stall after I undressed and turned the water on, I let our a satisfied sigh as the warm water ran down my body. After about three minutes of washing and scrubbing I shut the water off and stepped out of the stall with my towel around my waist. I barely had time to step back into the stall as Will went sliding by on a bar of soap.

"Help,help,hel-" his screaming was cut short as he slammed into the wall.

I winced and went to the changing room and put on my "uniform". which consisted of a white button up collared shirt and a tie. We were allowed to wear any kind of pants we wanted,finger-tip length for girls and whatnot. I slipped on my pair of blue jeans and put my shirt on, I chuckled to myself as I buttoned up my shirt. The thought of Will hen he intentionally-or at least I hope it's intentionally- buttons up his shirt the wrong way, flashing through my mind. I lossely tied my tie, mainly because I don't like buttoning up my shirt all the way, and stepped out of the changing stall. I passed a disgruntled Will (with a noticeable lump on his head) and headed to my room, thankfully I didn't have a roommate and could just pile my stuff on the spare bed.

I grabbed my bookbag on my way out of the door, I checked my watch and rolled my eyes. I could have taken a longer shower I thought to myself grumpily as I waled to my first class, I met up with my best friend Jesus as he stepped out of his room.

" 'Sup Jenkins, how ya doing" he said giving me a brace filled smile,now for a mexican with glasses and braces Jesus was pretty intimidating considering he was close to six feet tall.

"Stupid video" I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that" He asked.

"I said I'm going good, what about you?" giving him my best fake smile.

He rolled is eyes as we made or way to our first class, as we walked through the hallway I saw other people slowly trickling from their rooms. When we walked into class Jesus and myself instantly took the two desks furthest away from the front of the room. The teacher checked her watch and then stood up and cleared her throat.

"Good morning class today we're going to learn about-" the rest of what she was saying fell on deaf ears as I zoned out.

Honestly we'd been learning about the same thing for a whole week, sure it was advanced, what can you expect to learn in an AP class, plus I actually read the board when I walk into class. We were learning about the way math can be applied to magic and other things throughout the world. I looked around and only noticed one person my arch rival- academically speaking he was cool otherwise, (except for that fist fight but that was one time)- Anthony that was as bored as I was.

“Mr. LeRoy would you mind repeating what I just said”? my teacher asked a triumphant glint in her eye finally happy she caught me doing something wrong.

I heard a few snickers mainly from Will and Paul’s direction. I blushed and stood up. “I uh believe you were uh telling us about how.. um math correctly applied to any situation can be a benefit” I guessed and winced at the same time

“Hmph lucky guess Mr. LeRoy, now sit down and listen” she said visibly deflated at the fact that I had been paying a small amount of attention.

I sat down and wiped the sweat that was forming on my brow and let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. Nothing interesting happened the rest of class. As we made our way to “combat training” (or gym as the student body dubbed the class) Paul came running up and slapped me on the back.

“Nice save” he said trying not to look like he was breathing hard.

“Increased dexterity and endurance my arse” Jesus said from my left.

Paul grumbled something unintelligible as we made our way to combat training, I heard a laugh ring out above the crowd as Will zoomed by kicking up a trail of dust with an enraged Anthony chasing after him. Anthony’s normally straight shoulder length hair was braided into pig tails, I was trying my hardest to breath in between laughing fits. Will and Anthony were standing in the gym with a teacher scolding them about running in the gym as Jesus, Paul, and I entered. Anthony’s hair still had the tell, tell signs of being braided. I was almost overcome with laughter again. As we made our way to the locker-room we were joined by a fuming Anthony and a chuckling Will.

“Aw I thought you looked nice in pigtails” Jesus said laughing before receiving a slug in the shoulder from Anthony and another burst of laughter from Will.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the locker-room to change, I unbuttoned my shirt before slipping into a comfortable (if not loose) t-shirt. I took off my jeans and put on some gym shorts, I left the locker-room and saw people milling around in the fighting circles that were painted on the ground. My friends came to join me, or, came to join Jesus would be more accurate I guess. Only instead of just the guys, Patricia (or Patty for short), Anthony’s girlfriend, was with us too. I made my way to the bleachers as the combat instructors started talking.  Something about what we were going to do today, blah, blah.. fighting.. blah, blah.. technique.. blah, blah.. magic.

Wait magic, they never let us use magic. I thought to myself.

I looked over at my friends who mirrored the same face I was probably making. All but Anthony who looked like he had won the lottery; which was more or less true considering that not only could he fight but he was a magical prodigy. Then it hit me why they were doing this. The teachers had told us about a tournament they were hosting and how they had a special way to pick participants.

“Okay, today we’ll be doing a tournament style practice considering we have a much longer session today” our male instructor told us.

Thats right, non-advanced classes are testing today I thought with a smile, they had planned all this to the last detail. A bracket was magically projected onto the wall in front of us. I let out a sigh as I saw that I was facing Sarah a capital B while also a daywalker (a vampire that can walk around in the daylight, basically really strong and fast). She had a very predictable fighting style, choosing to use one of the styles taught to us by the academy. I rolled my eyes, realizing that we were fighting first, and walked down the bleachers to the middle of the room. Where I got I started stretching,continuing to do so until Sarah finally made her way to the ring.

She stretched a little before nodding to the referee. I stopped my stretching just before the ref blew the whistle, barely having time to dodge her first flurry of blows. Leading with her left, then right, left again, throwing an uppercut before I rolled away and got to my feet.Before I had a chance to think, I felt a fist connect with my ribs. I hissed in pain and shot my right arm out landing a solid punch to Sarah’s face. She staggered back and let out a growl, then jumped at me. I did the only thing that came to mind, squaring up and punching as hard as I could…  but my punch went through nothing. I stumbled and felt a fist connect with the small of my back, sending me sprawling forward. I went head over heals and came up on my feet, spinning to face Sarah at the same time.

We can use magic I thought to myself. Internally groaning at the fact that I had forgotten the most important thing the teachers told us. My guess is that she use some sort of light refraction spell to create a double of herself, tricking me into thinking she was lunging at me. While in reality, she simply lunged behind me. Pretty good, but I’m better I thought with a smirk.

I drew a line in the air with my pointer and middle finger then grabbed the short staff that appeared. Luckily I managed to raise the staff and block Sarah’s jab. Holding my staff vertically, I brought the bottom end up and clipped her under the chin. She took a step backwards and said something in a garbled tone- probably cursing like a sailor- and rushed me. Only much more cautious this time, dodging my staff and was behind me in an instant; only this time I was ready. I gripped the end of my staff with both hands and did a full one-eighty swinging my staff and knocking her in the ribs. she landed and rolled to dampen the impact.

By this time we were both breathing pretty hard. All of a sudden, I felt a searing pain in my ribs and saw Sarah under my guard with her fist on my chest. I let my staff slide down and held it from the middle, slamming it down on her back with all the force I could muster. There was an audible crack and Sarah cried out in pain. She was on the ground in a matter of seconds. I rested my staff on the ground and leaned on it. The ref blew his