It had been a little over a month since they were accepted into the academy, and on this particular morning, a young boy chased after a girl.
Through the classroom corridors, they run, giggling and laughing hard as she taunted him.
"You're slow," the short girl said to the boy as she rounded a corner.
"I gave you a head start, don't push your luck!" He feigned annoyance, but his heart beat with the joys of a young boy in love.
She said she'd accept him only if he caught up to her. That was all.
And she was laughing about it too, which meant only one thing.
My charms work on her. Oh, they're all gonna be jealous!
He could only imagine the faces of all the other guys who only dreamt of her looking at them walking hand in hand.
He suddenly received a burst of energy and sped up.
