Anemone

you see

when I entered this school

i had hoped for a regular four years of dragon education.

I just wanted to be able to be a competent dragon, be a competent daughter of Coral, be a competent person over all.

I had big things planned for  my life.

I was to inherit parts of the company. 

I was to be known as a SeaWing official.

but of course

fate said

'no'

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We have not had a SINGLE normal day here at Dragon Academy.

everything was going WRONG, everyone was not LISTENING, and these STUPID wings won't DO AS THEY'RE TOLD-

"Anemone!" Ember shouted, and another dragon barely stopped themselves before careening into me.

Everything was a chaotic mess, ultimately making my bad day worse.

Ultimately making my bad YEAR worse, is what I mean.

Some may say that I have been diagnosed with something most teenagers my age call "depression".

Alright, not technically, but my point being, it's horrible here.

After being untangled from the other dragon, who limped away, casting glares in my direction, as if it was MY fault, I got to learn how to *transform back* early, and sit on the benches.

Dang.

Not even dragon form can take this level of baloney.

Luckily for me, I didn't have to suffer in loneliness for much longer, as my dear ol' sister Tsunami harrumphed over and took us to combat training.

yipee.

Seriously, who's idea was it to throw a bunch of children under the age of 20 to flap around the sky holding oversized toothpicks?

I mean, we all wielded swords at some point, right??

Swords, food knives, what's the difference??

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there's a difference.

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which is how I ended up in the infirmary a little while later.

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I didn't even feel the pain, I kind of just lay there, waiting for the day to be over and I can just sleep.

i hate school.

Tsunami came in before seven to give me some salty soup and she so readily believed that it would make the wound in my arm go away like magic.

Seriously, Mom's remedies don't always work.

Rubbing salt in the wound from the outside, not the inside.

Now my mouth feels funny.

I fell asleep dreaming of flying seaweed holding sticks and wading in a pool of salt.