EMBERLYN WOLFSONG I look up at her, noticing the malicious smile that tells me this is something she is doing on purpose. most likely to witness a tear escape my eyes. I shake my head and scoff, turning to look to my left. "Must I complete this task immediately? Sage, please refrain from making me do anything I do not want to." I remark sharply, and she gives me a wide-eyed stare in response. I think my response took her a little by surprise. Her laugh is contagious. " It is amazing how brave the little sheep is. " In a composed manner, she approaches me, gently pressing against my left shoulder and making me take another step back. "Sage, please refrain from taking this action." She laughs at my calm response, " but what if I do? Regarding that, what action are you planning to take? " I sigh in exasperation within me as she continues. I do not know how much longer I can take this; I did not expect to meet her in this manner. I suppose the best course of action is to ignor

EMBERLYN WOLFSONG Biting my lip in astonishment, I consider how I am going to deal with this at the exact moment it occurs to me. Now that I look up and see my class's entrance approaching with my level prominently displayed at the top, I realize it is too late to rationalize that. I pause for a second, pressing tightly against my backpack's handle as I let out a great deal of breath to de-stress. I am completely aware of everything; my veins are enlarging and pulsing throughout my body without warning. My nerves are tingling. Emberlyn, what the devil is the issue with you? Simply enter, turn away from everyone else, and take a seat. After all, you have not had any contact with anyone. I ruminate to myself as I slowly make my way to the door and stop at the threshold. The lecture is already underway, as far as I am aware, and the moment I walk through the door, the head lecturer stops abruptly upon noticing me. It seems as though someone has taken up a remote control and pressed a b

EP 12: GLOSSARY OF A MYSTERY IIEMBERLYN WOLFSONG To the best of my knowledge, Xander Shadowhunter is one of the many enigmas surrounding Darkhaven High School that will never be fully understood. He fits the description of someone who prefers to be by himself and finds it difficult to relate to others. Thus far, all I have learned about him is that he shares some similarities with me. He and I are similar in that we are both among the students who are struggling to discover their inner selves and develop the particular skills they are meant to have.I can not say that I am like him, even though I am aware that I might not be able to do so right now. However, I might be able to in the future. One of the things that fascinates me about Xander Shadowhunter is that he has been at my level for over four years, and every year when the time comes, he keeps failing and he does not seem to care about it. Instead, he just willingly stays in his position and goes about his life, not minding th

EMBERLYN WOLFSONGI scowl at him and let out a long, heavy breath before putting my hand down on the table and looking forward once more. "What do you wish to obtain? Why are you still staring at me that way?" I inquire, and he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "What makes you concerned? Is it not my right to look at anything I want to look at?" He replies coolly and without regret, and I just stare at him. He does not mean this, does he? I wonder to myself, frowning as I look at him. I do not know why, but for some reason, everything about him seems to irritate me right now. I can not help it. I just want to hit him so bad because of it. I simply pause my thoughts, shrug, and turn my head away from him. I am not prepared to face the third set of problems at the hands of Mr. Thane. He needs to understand that I do not want to be around him at all. How come he is bothering me so much? When he eventually reaches out and removes my pen from my grasp, I am left staring blankly at my

XANDER SHADOWHUNTERShe is fascinating. She surpasses my expectations in beauty. As I sit there staring at her while the lecture is on, I am not even sure what to think to myself. She is not the person I expected her to be. I am aware that I have a responsibility to fulfill and that it is my duty. But as I stare at her, I stop thinking and clench my fists tightly. I am not even sure. I am perplexed. I sense being snatched away. I am utterly enthralled. Furthermore, unlike all those dumb, pointless girls that I have nothing to do with, she is not falling in love with me. I keep staring at her without realizing that I am grinning from where I am. I can tell she is not paying attention in class because of the way she is currently looking ahead of her. She has other ideas in her head. She seems bothered by it, based on the expression on her face. Based on my actions, it appears that I have communicated to her that I am a rude person. That is the kind of picture I painted myself to her.