Chapter 50: Cassandra

"Everyone knows it was a rough semester at the Enchanted Academy," he began, and students whispered to each other. "We had some great challenges from external forces." He looked at each of the injured in the front row. "If you're a student at this academy then you are a witch or warlock who wants to serve the greater good. And therefore, I would like to recognize a group of students who personify exactly what the academy is trying to produce in its students." He looked directly at me. "Cassandra Clarke, please come forward." He stepped away from the lectern and waved me forward, stopping to clap. The smile on his face was for the fact he absolutely knew I didn't want to go up on stage.

An applause erupted across the arena and everyone stood, turning in my direction. The boy next to me patted my shoulder, congratulating me. I looked at the guys and shrugged. Then the chants began. I hated being the center of attention.