"Please introduce yourself." This order was given to me by my teacher on my first day of 8th grade.

I bowed. "My name is Aria!" I said, trying to contain my excitement but failing miserably. "It's a pleasure to be here." I felt stares directed towards me and felt some sweat trickle down the side of my face. I knew why. It was the same reason my mother had been hesitant of bringing me here. I was the spitting image of her. The head wizard of the council. I raised my head, smiling awkwardly.

"You'll be sitting next to..." He checked his clipboard and seemed to frown in an unfriendly way. "Kyle." The class let out small snickers. He directed me to my seat with his finger and I followed. I sat down at my desk, hooking my bag beside it. I twiddled my thumbs, feeling the focus once again fall to... Me. I could see why my mom hadn't wanted me to go. Suddenly, I wished I was being home-schooled by her again. But I knew that wasn't possible. She had tons of work to do on top of taking care of a klutz like me. Even I couldn't believe I was her daughter. The person everyone relied on. The only things people had ever relied on me to do I flopped. I turned to the boy named Kyle I had to sit next to and was taken aback a bit. His face was covered in his arms. He was... sleeping?? I suddenly knew why there had been snickers and why the teacher's face looked so annoyed. It seemed he was notorious. Him being there and not paying attention to me probably saved me the first months I spent at the school. I was usually alone for everything. I would grab my broomstick and ride home by myself, occasionally faltering and almost falling off of it. When I got home, no one was there so I made my key appear in my hand, something we had been taught that I actually listened to. I opened the door, grabbed some fruit from the fridge, and went upstairs to do my homework. But mostly ended up procrastinating. These days continued, and I didn't particularly mind being alone. Sometimes it helped. The only thing keeping me sane in class was the fact that one person wasn't staring at me. Knowing that one person didn't see my presence as weird or strange. It was, of course, Kyle. He would wake up occasionally, look at me, then the teacher, and fall back asleep. Seeing his face for the first time made me realize that behind that sleepyhead there was a kind-faced boy. Over the few months I spent at school, I had developed a sort of crush. No one knew about it. Only me.

But the peaceful days never last. Sometimes, chaos wants its turn to take over. And amidst the chaos, was me.