The feedback burned my ears as he tapped it, which was quite a good tool, given that the entire theater went silent once it happened.

I glanced at Nikki, who was staring intently at the stage. But it was inevitable until she saw me looking at her and gave an awkward smile.

“Hello, hello, junior agents of the YMPA!” he greeted, to which the room went into an uproar of cheer. I was going to need cochlear implants after this.

“This assembly is an assembly I’m so excited to tell you about. And let me tell you, I don't get excited very often,” Mr. Drails chuckled. “Now, there are two big things that I want to introduce. Let’s start with the first one, alright?”

There was this aura of curiosity that burned in our hearts, with our thoughts scrambling for the possibility. Tisiah seemed to be going overboard on this, with his nails pinned inside his mouth.

“I want to introduce you to someone who was honored with multiple medals as a captain for EMO, who served two terms as a Shadow Operative, and who is, in fact, one of the board members of the YMPA Academy; it’s your new principal, Principal Renner!”

Everyone was surprised, and everyone’s mouths were agape as everyone began to applaud the new principal until she revealed herself.

Everyone was now shocked, and everyone’s jaws dropped as they went into an uproar of cheering, hyping, shouting, and screaming—that was almost just from the girls—to which she gave a slight wave.”

She looked Mexican, with vivid peach skin and smooth black hair, with large earrings and a very meticulously structured jace and lips, similar to that of this one Mexican actress.

She wore a brown jacket and skirt, with a white dress shirt forcibly tucked in, and glistening, sparking heels that, with every step, sounded like a popping balloon.

Wow… I was not ready for this. When was this news?! I heard murmurs about Principal Arkin leaving, but in all honesty, I never even saw the guy. I didn’t care, and I thought it was all a hoax.

If you’ve been in high school, rumors are always there. Now, usually, they turn out to be true, proven by videos and the casually exposed page on Instagram. But in Wolfpack, everything was taken with a grain of salt. Nothing was true.

And if it was, it was the talk of the school for months. That’s how false everything was in Wolfpack, so to see this as a reality pleasantly surprised me.

She approached the microphone, to which she spoke, and her voice—Jesus—did it scream “strict”. Her voice definitely had the accent, but it wasn’t high but not too low, but with enough base to warrant fear.

“Hello, I’m glad to become your new principal. I’m very excited to know all of you, being that you guys are junior agents and managed to even make it here. It’s not easy. But, however, I’m not the principal you can play with,” she suddenly remarked.

The audience responded with an “ooh”. What did I say? I knew she was that type of woman. Won multiple medals. Of course, she was going to be the chief of police in the YMPA academy.

“Now I know how schools work and the cases that happen here. I’ll make sure that you guys are succeeding in your classes and aren’t doing anything out of line. I want you to succeed, and you need discipline to do that,” she said “Now, I’ll also praise the ones who have done well. That’s why me and Mr. Drails have created something—a system, as you would call it—which he will explain now,” she explained.

Mr. Drails returned to the microphone as she stood by the side, like a teacher’s pet, trying to get the instructor’s attention.

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“Thank you, Principal Renner. Now, here comes the second news of this assembly. As brilliantly said, we are creating a system. Now, I’m not going to leave you vague or confused. We’ll make it just as simple as possible,” he said. “But if you are—in the end—still confused for some odd reason, there is a pamphlet under your seats.”

Suddenly, all the drawers rolled out from under, revealing this gold and black pamphlet that I grabbed, which was filled with quite a lot of content.

It would take me at least a walk home to finish.

“Now, this is a system where when you go on missions, do work that supports the YMPA, or pass your classes, you will gain MP.”

M-who?

“M-who, you may be asking. MP is like XP; you get to reach new levels. MP stands for Mage Points, and with this, the more levels you pass, you will get new abilities with the powers that you have,” Mr. Drails explained. “Let me give you an example.”

He took the microphone off the mic stand and began to pace slowly left and right on the stage, hoping his words would sink into all the students in the pews.

“Let’s say you reach level 1. With your ice powers, instead of simply making ice blocks, you can have ice spikes and send them against your enemies, Instead of you spending fifty years trying to perfect that move, your wands will be eligible to do it as you want it to.”

Faces dropped at the thought of this, as well as mine.

“So all I’m going to say is this. If you get to a high-level, just expect to be one of the biggest guys in school. Use that also as motivation,” he said. “Because now, you are basically more powerful than any other student here.”

Gasps galore choked the entire audience, as well as me, and my eyes sparkled at the realization of this whole announcement. My time had come. This was it! If I do better than Malachi, that guy that’s literally sitting by September like they’re dating, then September will definitely want me.

The opportunity had come. This was a day made especially for me.

Then, suddenly, someone raised their hands—and quite high, to which they questioned, “So, when is this starting?”

“Tomorrow. You are all ordered to turn in your wands by the end of the day; that way, we can upgrade the wands to have the tools to fully put the MP system into plan,” Mr. Drails said. “So read up. The information is in your hands or under your feet. Alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

Then, the bell rang loud, to which everyone exited from their seats, rushing to their first classes. Mine was Mr. Robbs, and I immediately had a plan to get to September first.

Here’s what it is: Get to September first.

There’s no assigned seats in Mr. Robbs’s class, so if I sit by her in time, I doubt I’m going to get pressured by Malachi. And if I do, with my perk, I can instantly hit him and send him a premium visit to the hospital.

Although I’m not sure that would get September’s attention... or at least in the right way.

As we approached the door out of the Magnifico, Nikki and Tisiah sped up besides me. Tisiah rubbed his hands and muttered, “When was this ever happening? Who knew?”

“No one knew. That was the whole idea,” Nikki blatantly responded. “It’s just another plan to get us more excited in our classes.”

“He never even explained what would even cause us to raise any XP,” Tisiah muttered, to which he opened up the pamphlet, scanning through at 2x speed. I don’t understand how people could do that. It takes me a good four minutes to read four words. The only thing I saw was some football. Whatever that meant...

“Oh, that’s what it is,” Tisiah said, although a bit disappointed. He turned the pamphlet, to which his thick index finger pointed at the section that explained, with a purple box around it.

And I wouldn’t blame Tisiah. It was rather the same thing. But nonetheless, this is an opportunity. Basically, you had to go on missions and do well in your classes to get MP. Although it seemed like they valued the classes more than the missions,.

But as I read, I heard the monstrous exodus of Malachi’s friends passing by, to which my heart instantly pounded in alarm. He was going to go ahead of me and sit by her.

“Bro, bro, bro. I’m finna’ pass everybody on this thing, bro,” one of Malachi’s friends, who had this odd white hair, explained. I was sure when he was baby, his first word was “bro.”

“Whatcha going to do? Pass your classes? You can even do 1+1!” Malachi hissed. “Don’t give yourself dreams you can’t achieve.”

“And what makes you think that you’re going to do better?” the man responded, his question being rather sensible.

But Malachi merely responded with a grin, to which he chuckled. But he didn’t even ask for the other group to join in on the devious laugh, to which they went into this shout of uproar, shaking Malachi around.

“That’s not even a question!”

“Did bro really ask that?!”

“Theren’t no way he actually said that!”

I had never seen such pets before in my life. But soon enough, that was going to be me. with September right by my side, holding my hand.