I realized many things the following couple of weeks: first, Alexander was the worst guide ever; he basically ditched me for videogames. Second, his friends 'virgin wh*re' and 'cheater' real names are Taylor and Travis respectively. Third, witches and warlocks are meaner than I thought they'd be, and my fears were funded.
Principal Thomas Lowe gathered us for an assembly last week, outside school (there wasn't a room big enough for everyone) and I had to sit next to a bunch of humans because some witches and warlocks were already warning me with their eyes to not get close to them. Their boldness didn't end there; when we were going back to our rooms, a warlock bumped strongly onto me on purpose, making me almost fall and ridicule myself publicly. He neither apologized and continued to go on his way.
When I got into my room, I found out one of my earrings fell (probably when that stupid warlock tried to make me fall) so I went through the hallways trying to find it. Unfortunately, a pair of witches saw me when they also got out of their room, and walked up to me with bad intentions written on their faces.
"What do you think you're doing in front of our room?"
"I'm looking for my earring" I rushed to explained.
"I...No one wants you wandering here: get lost, hybrid".
So now I don't have permission to walk alone through the hallways, great.
The fourth thing I realized was that, not only were Alexander and his friends some thirteen-year old guys, but they were also stupid.
During lunch time (which matched coincidentally for all of us) they told me, worriedly, that they needed my help. The day before they tried to find out which one of them was stronger, so they had a kind of a fight (?) where they pushed each other trying to make the others fall and the bunch of idiots ended up breaking a nightstand in their room.
"Please fix the nightstand with your superpowers!" Travis begged while Alexander and Taylor tried to make a puppy sad face unsuccessfully.
There was a couple of problems with that sentence: one, I didn't have superpowers, I was a magic carrier; and two, having magic didn't mean now I could do any repair (I was as ignorant as them).
"I don't know how to do that; why don't you tell some teacher to help you?"
"We can't. Last year we made a tiny modification to our closet door, so now teachers won't be as forgiving" Alexander admitted.
Okay, I'm pretty sure whatever modification they made wasn't tiny.
"Just ask some of your witch friends to help us" Taylor stupidly suggested.
"I can't. They hate me for being an hybrid".
"Really?"
"Yes. My witch roommates haven't talked to me in days, and everyone frowns at me".
"Well, that sucks" Alexander commented awkwardly.
I rolled my eyes. What an oblivious, stupid and naive idiot.
The fifth thing was, as a magic user I'd be required to take two scary classes: 'Fighting Concepts' and 'Magic Theory'. The first one was like P.E, except we were taught techniques to fight body to body, using human weapons, and magic tricks. Duels were a famous activity among magic users because they could show their physical strength and magic prowess, which didn't interest me at all and in fact scared me.
The second class was to learn how to make magic spells, potions and objects for more utilitarian purposes. We also were taught about magic history, ethic, and some magical procedures according to law. Humans also had to take a similar class (except for the part of making magic spells and other practices because obviously they couldn't) called 'Basics of Magic', but the rest of their classes were normal.
"I'm really sorry!" a witch mocked, suppressing her laughter after tripping me to the ground.
She and the other magic users were having a lot of fun watching me being a living punching bag. I had to take a classification exam to see in which level of fighting skills I was, and (unsurprisingly) ended up on the lowest one: level zero. That day, witches and warlocks wouldn't stop murmuring about how the hybrid was so weak she should be ashamed of herself, and even some laughed practically in my face.
Even Alexander and his friends noticed it during lunch hour.
"Okay, I'm starting to feel sorry for you" Travis said.
"How can you stand this? I mean, why are you here?" Alexander asked, being serious for the first time.
"Your father insisted I had to learn how to fight and use magic if I wanted to protect myself and my grandma. There's many magic users out there looking to hurt me and whoever is close to me".
A pitiful look crossed everyone's' faces, especially Alexander's. Maybe now he could understand me better and stop being so ignorant about my situation. Humans also were mostly seen as weak, but they weren't shamed for it like me.
The sixth thing is, I also learned the hard way to always keep my words to myself, even when not personal matters were involved. During one of the geography's lessons, I made the mistake of participating for extra points; I indirectly corrected one of my classmates (a witch) answer, which gained me a couple of hateful glares, including one from said student.
Apparently I made her look stupid in front of everybody, because she got her revenge. For the following two days, my school bag was filled with trash and I was forced to carry my stuff everywhere to stop that. I didn't even try to talk to the teachers, because I knew they knew what was happening and still decided to look away.
The seventh and last thing I realized was, I still want to run away from here. The only reason I haven't tried it's because I don't want to disappoint grandma and make her life more difficult; she sounded so happy and relieved last week when I talked with her by the principal's phone (students have forbidden to use personal phones), and referred to this nightmare as an 'adventure'.
I miss her a lot. I miss my little home.