The next day came by quickly.
I was still scared to go anywhere near Freya.
She was one of my favorite characters in the whole novel, and now she hated me.
That wasn't just a minor inconvenience — it was a tragedy. The kind of thing that kept you up at night, wondering where it all went wrong.
Even though in my case, I knew exactly where it went wrong.
For a true reader like me, this was heartbreak in its purest form. And unlike in the book, there wasn't going to be some convenient redemption arc in three chapters.
No, this would take… actual effort. And I wasn't sure I was ready for that kind of emotional investment.
Still, I had more immediate problems to deal with. Today I had two jobs to get done.
First, I had to choose my four electives. Sounds simple, right?
Wrong. Electives could make or break your early academy years. Pick something easy, and you'd cruise through… until you realized you'd missed out on skills you desperately needed later.
