Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H

filthy as Ramuso and I.  Me, I’m not panicking, instead… I’m suddenly overemotional. I want to cry, but I’m not…I can’t show weakness. Never in my life has such racket come out of me. I used to be apprentice excellence!
    The Instructor dismisses the class, leaving us two to support the stench that reeks like dead rats with a hint of maneuver.  In fury, she rushes to us. She takes us by our ears and drags us to the brooms and mops.
    “ You will clean this mess. You will!” she hisses.
    “B -but I didn’t do anything!” YES, blame it all on that little freak. I hate him, that brat! “Clean it!” she screams,  increasing our sentence by obligating us to finish our studies with the dirt and stench, and to make matters worse, in our foreheads she magically engraves in golden lettering, “dumb.” And with that, eight rules are broken, for not following instructions. It is my first day, and I have already broken ten rules. My life truly has backfired.
    Ramuso has turned into my worst nightmare. I hate having him close. Once the bell rings I leave him behind and head to my next class. I’m afraid of what can happen near that freak. That’s one of the reasons why I don’t bother with friends, really…what for…to get headaches.
    Magic Statistic, a class that clarifies the background of sorcery and healers focuses on t he power within, and the levels we can take our gift. Once I enter the room all eyes fall on me, I feel my cheeks are burning. I’m humiliated by the filthiness I carry. Fortunately, I’m not in my body but Jorsay’s. Onnet who’s flirting with a few girls stops his conversation to look at me. He presses his lips together, but the explosion happens, together with the entire classroom. I sniff, feeling sappy by their insensible laughter. Angrily, I hurry to the back of the class, ashamed with myself. But not Ramuso, he enters screaming, “I’m back and I'm filthy!” he laughs with everyone else. Is this kid normal?
    I’m not entirely happy to know Osys and Onnet also share a class with me. Although they’re young adults , and are done with minor scholar work, by Doomsvell regulation, anyone who has less than three years in Doomsvell HAS to take magic statistic, an important study for it prepares our powers for war— accordingly, age doesn’t matter. Alas, the one I desire to see no longer takes studies. Corr, who shares physical training with Ikumus has one concern, and it’s to bring his body into fitness.
    “New kid, first day and already this bad , eh…” Onnet stands from the girls’ area and walks to sit to the left of the room, luckily, far from me. A boy comes foward and asks me to remove out of his seat. It’s there I learn the seats are arranged by order of bedroom, meaning by obligation, I have to sit next to the freak. Like all the other classrooms, the room holds a capacity of thirty apprentices, fifteen boys and fifteen girls. Each row has two pairs of desk. One desk fits two learners. I sit next to the freak. He smiles as if nothing.
    “ I see, no wonder your bad luck. He’s with Ramuso, the troublemaker.” Osys says as I sit between him and Ramuso by no choice. “W-what do you mean?” I ask audible. Osys snorts.
    “Nobody risks sitting next to this devil. He has a knack for creating trouble. It’s in his aura.” I turn to sight clueless Ramuso. With his filthiness he still flirts, and girls startlingly flirt back. I exhale harshly. Now I understand why I had such a crappy day. The kid’s bad energy is rubbing on me. “I’m not sitting with you any more…” I hiss at him. Ramuso laughs. He pats my back, “stop being such a baby.” Baby your ass, you freak. Why is he so calm!!!
    The noisy room falls silent. A young attractive instructor enters the room. His entrance makes all the girls in the room blush, even me. I stare at him dreamily. I relax a hand on the desk, and absentmindedly gaze at him myself. I’m no longer angry, for I’m overcome by