Yara
I feel like a prisoner.
Actually, if I want to get all philosophic about it, I guess I have been a prisoner all my life. I am forever trapped here in this Academy, bound to live by my adoptive mother’s rules.
HPS calmly takes us to the Headmaster’s office and I am not surprised to see Celine’s parents already waiting at the door. Raphael must have briefed them on the communication devices. I wish our friend group had some of those. I would be able to tell them what just happened without having to wait until we get sent to our bedroom.
“What were you thinking?!” Celine’s mother shouts as soon as she sees us.
She looks upset but I can see through her anger to notice her worry. Celine’s dad is the same way but always manages to remain stoic even in these situations. That’s an Alph
