The next day I wake up, i go to the classroom. Although it is still early Rose is in the classroom, sitting in the same place as the day before. I walk up and sit right next to her. This earns me a zap.

  She looks up breifly, she spoke in a sullen voice "You don't have to keep sitting next to me."

  I take some writing tools from the desk and write 'you dont have to keep shocking me'.

  she reads this, "My source is lightning, my spirit is a lightning bird, they are hard to control. So you should sit further away or get shocked."

  I stand up.

  "I'm fine without any friends." She comments.

  I sigh. Your mother will probably force me to interact with you here anyway i think to myself. I sit back down.

  "Why aren't you going?" She asks.

  damn it, what do i say. I think hard. I slowly write the first thing i can think of: 'a rose with thorns is no less beautiful' I look at what i wrote, and now i'm dead, i thought.

  I look over at rose, she smiles. "Thank you." She says.

  I sigh.

  Lesson 2: chanting pronounciation

  In this lesson i learnt the whine from being hit by lightning in the ear is louder than human talking.

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  After lunch was alchemy.

  It was taught by a man with a ridiculously long white beard with the name bramble. "Everyone seperate those with a fire and air affinity on the left everybody with an earth or water affinity on the right." He divided us into two groups. He picked up a small flower and showed it, "This is called a sweetflower, using alchemy remove the impurities and form a pill." Everybody moves as if knowing what he means .

  I grab a fire cauldron and place a flower inside and watch it burn, to ashes. nope. I look at the others, they place their hands firmly on either side of the cauldon. I place another flower and put my hands on either side of the cauldron, the position of the flame and material fills my head, i exert my will slightly on the flame finding out that i can control the flame. I wrap the flame evenly around the flower, it turns to ash faster. I stare at the cauldron. I move the flame to the ash attempting to melt them together. It doesn't work. I force the flames to burn hotter, they still don't melt, hotter, hotter, hotter. The ashes start to change slightly.

  boom , a ball of fire erupts from the cauldron. it wasn't that either.

  "What are you doing?" Bramble yells. "If you're not going to take this seriously then you can leave."

  I stand and leave.

  now what? i think to myself.

  Wondering the halls i came to a familiar set of large wooden doors. I enter.

  Inside is a mirror and a spiralling set of characters forming a circle. This is where I got my spirit. I summon the little ball of fire. It floats gently towards the mirror. I follow. As i approach writing softly appears glowing, i don't recognise any of the characters. I look into the mirror. The ball of fire floats closer to the mirror, i stare at it, it drifts through the mirror.

  I reach out slowly, and touch the mirror.