Astralyth Online

Chapter 50 – Between Two Doors

The rest of the mentor class passed uneventfully, though it was comforting for Madelyn to catch up with Lillian, David, and James. Their warmth and familiarity grounded her in this otherwise overwhelming environment. When the bell rang, signaling the end of the mentor period, Sarah practically bounced out of her seat, nudging Madelyn with her elbow.

“Ready for Math?” Sarah asked, her grin wide.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Madelyn replied with a small chuckle, grabbing her notebook and heading out the door alongside Sarah.

The hallways were bustling with activity now, students moving to their next classes, the sound of chatter and lockers slamming echoing around them. Madelyn stuck close to Sarah, the noise and movement making her feel a bit uneasy.

“You’re doing great so far,” Sarah said, her voice bright as she weaved through the crowd. “See? School’s not so bad.”

Madelyn gave her a grateful smile. “It’s definitely easier with you here,” she admitted.

Sarah beamed. “Well, duh. That’s what best friends are for!”

As they entered the Math classroom, Madelyn noticed that the atmosphere was slightly more subdued than the mentor period. The teacher, a middle-aged man with glasses and a calm demeanor, was already at the front of the room organizing his materials.

“Good morning, class,” he said as students filed in. “Find your seats quickly, and we’ll get started.”

Sarah led Madelyn to an empty pair of seats near the side of the room. “We lucked out!” Sarah whispered as they settled in. “Good view without being in the teacher’s line of fire.”

Madelyn chuckled softly, appreciating Sarah’s knack for turning mundane things into something fun. She glanced around the room, noting a few familiar faces from earlier, including James, who gave her a quick wave from the back row.

The teacher, Mr. Lennox, started the lesson with a brief introduction to the day’s topic: quadratic equations. Madelyn tried to focus, but her mind wandered occasionally, the events of the morning and her lingering nerves making it hard to fully concentrate.

Sarah, however, seemed determined to keep things light. She scribbled a quick note in her notebook and slid it over to Madelyn.
This guy’s voice could put a caffeinated Border Collie to sleep.

Madelyn stifled a giggle, covering her mouth as she read the note. She glanced at Sarah, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing. Despite the seriousness of the subject, Sarah’s humor made the class feel a little less intimidating.

As the lesson progressed, Madelyn found herself easing into the rhythm of the class. The equations on the board were familiar, but something about solving them felt… different. Her mind moved faster than it ever had before, making connections almost effortlessly. Numbers and variables that used to take her several moments to process now clicked into place as if her brain had unlocked some hidden potential. She quickly jotted down answers and realized they were correct without even needing to double-check.

She glanced at Sarah, who was still struggling with the first problem, her tongue poking out in concentration. Madelyn hesitated for a moment before whispering, “Try substituting this here,” pointing to Sarah’s notebook.

Sarah looked at her in surprise but followed the suggestion, her eyes lighting up when it worked. “Hey, thanks!” she whispered back, a grin spreading across her face.

When the bell rang, Sarah turned to her with an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Not bad, right? Boring, sure, but at least it’s over.”

Madelyn nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, not bad,” she replied. Inside, though, she was marveling at how much easier it had felt than before. Whatever had changed about her—her instincts, her reflexes—it seemed to extend to her mind as well. It was unsettling but also oddly thrilling.

“Come on,” Sarah said, grabbing her bag. “Next up—English. Let’s hope that one’s as painless.”

Madelyn smiled as they made their way to their next class, her nerves settling further with each passing moment.

As Madelyn and Sarah entered the English classroom, the atmosphere felt lighter than the previous one. The teacher, a poised woman in her late thirties with a warm smile, was already standing at the front of the room, arranging papers on her desk. She looked up as they entered, her gaze immediately landing on Madelyn.

“Ah, you must be Madelyn Roth,” the teacher said, her tone welcoming. “I’m Mrs. Carter. Welcome to my class.”

Madelyn blinked, slightly taken aback but grateful for the direct acknowledgment. “Thank you,” she said softly, feeling her cheeks flush a little.

Mrs. Carter stepped closer, her demeanor kind but professional. “If you need anything or have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Transitions can be tough, but I’m here to help if you need it.”

Madelyn nodded, her nerves easing slightly. “Thank you, Mrs. Carter. I appreciate it.”

Sarah shot her an encouraging look as they found seats near the middle of the room. “See? Told you some teachers are awesome,” she whispered.

The lesson began promptly, Mrs. Carter introducing the class to their new unit on creative writing. Her enthusiasm for the subject was evident, her voice animated as she explained the basics of crafting compelling characters and settings. Madelyn found herself drawn in, her love for storytelling making her genuinely interested in the topic.

Mrs. Carter walked around the room, asking students to brainstorm character ideas and jot them down in their notebooks. “Think about what makes a character memorable,” she said, her tone inspiring. “Is it their courage? Their flaws? Or maybe the secret they’re hiding?”

Madelyn’s pencil hovered over her notebook as she considered the prompt. Her thoughts naturally drifted to Aeloria, Lyra, and the swirling mysteries of her own life. Without realizing it, she began sketching the outline of a character who mirrored some of her own experiences—a girl caught between two worlds, discovering her hidden strengths.

As she worked, Mrs. Carter passed by and paused, glancing at Madelyn’s notebook. “That’s an interesting start,” she commented, her voice encouraging. “Keep going—there’s definitely a story there.”

Madelyn smiled, feeling a flicker of pride. “Thank you,” she murmured, returning her focus to the page.

The rest of the lesson passed quickly. The students shared snippets of their ideas, and Mrs. Carter offered constructive feedback, her enthusiasm contagious. Even Sarah seemed unusually focused, scribbling furiously in her notebook.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Mrs. Carter called out, “Don’t forget to refine your character ideas for homework! I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

As Madelyn and Sarah packed up their things, Sarah leaned over with a grin. “Mrs. Carter’s awesome.”

Madelyn nodded, her nerves about the day continuing to ease. “Yeah, she is.”

“Come on,” Sarah said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Let’s see what’s next on this magical mystery tour called high school.”

Madelyn laughed softly as they left the classroom.

Madelyn and Sarah entered the bustling cafeteria, the hum of voices and clatter of trays filling the air. The familiar chaos was oddly comforting, though Madelyn still felt a twinge of nervousness. She clutched her lunchbox, a gift from her mom that morning, as they scanned the room for a good spot to sit.

“Hey, over here!” James waved from a table near the windows. Lillian and David were already seated, chatting quietly.

Sarah grinned, pulling Madelyn along. “Looks like the gang’s all here!”

As they approached the table, Lillian smiled warmly, gesturing for Madelyn to take the seat beside her. “Hey, Maddy. How’s your first day going so far?”

Madelyn sat down, her nerves easing as she felt the friendly energy of her group. “It’s been... not as bad as I thought it would be,” she admitted with a small smile. “Though I’m still getting used to everything again.”

“Good to hear,” David said, his tone calm and reassuring. “You’ve got us here, so you’ll be fine.”

James leaned back in his chair, his trademark grin plastered across his face. “Yeah, and if anyone gives you a hard time, just send them my way. I’ll charm them into submission.”

Sarah snorted, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Excuse me, that’s my role, James. You’re just the comic relief.” She crossed her arms, her grin teasing as she leaned toward him. “Leave the charming to the professionals.”

James feigned a wounded expression, placing a hand over his chest. “Ouch, Sarah. That’s cold.”

Madelyn chuckled, the light-hearted banter lifting her spirits. She placed her lunchbox on the table and opened it, her fox senses kicking in almost instantly. The delicious aroma of homemade sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a small container of cookies wafted up, making her mouth water.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Even with my Human Disguise, I can’t stop being food obsessed.”

Sarah leaned closer to Madelyn, grinning brightly. “Honestly, I think it’s super cute,” she said, her tone teasing but genuine.

Madelyn’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, and she fumbled with her sandwich. “I-it’s not cute,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced down, hoping the table would magically make her less flustered.

The others exchanged quick glances, their amusement evident. James raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he caught on to the dynamic. “Well, isn’t that interesting,” he said, a playful lilt in his voice.

David gave a subtle cough, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward in a smile. Lillian, ever the peacekeeper, gently nudged him. “Leave them alone,” she said softly, though her own smile betrayed her amusement.

Sarah, oblivious to—or ignoring—the group’s reactions, reached over and patted Madelyn’s hand. “Don’t worry, Maddy,” she said cheerfully. “You being food-obsessed is just one of the many things that make you... well, you.”

Madelyn peeked up at Sarah, her blush still lingering but a small smile forming. “Thanks, Sera,” she said softly.

The table fell into a comfortable rhythm of chatter again, the momentary teasing passing quickly. But Madelyn couldn’t shake the warmth spreading in her chest, a mix of embarrassment and something she couldn’t quite name yet.

As the others dove into conversations about the afternoon classes and weekend plans, James leaned toward David, whispering just loud enough for Lillian to hear, “So, when’s the wedding?”

David snorted, earning a light elbow jab from Lillian, who shot him a disapproving look. “Behave,” she warned, though her smile suggested she wasn’t entirely serious.

Madelyn caught the tail end of their exchange and shot them a questioning glance. She had missed most of it, too caught up in her conversation with Sarah and focusing on her food. “What’s so funny?” she asked, her tone curious.

“Nothing!” they chorused, their faces carefully neutral.

Sarah tilted her head, confused. “What’s nothing?”

“Exactly,” James replied smoothly, his expression the picture of innocence.

Madelyn narrowed her eyes suspiciously but let it drop, focusing instead on the rest of her lunch. Her tail, invisible to everyone else, would have been swaying nervously if it weren’t hidden.

Madelyn finished the last bite of her sandwich, feeling content despite the lingering nerves of the day. She turned to Sarah, who was still animatedly talking about their next class. “I’ll meet you there,” Madelyn said, standing up. “I just need to take a quick bathroom break.”

Sarah gave her a thumbs-up. “Got it! Don’t take too long; Mrs. Leanor hates it when people are late.”

Madelyn nodded, grabbing her bag and heading toward the hallway. She knew the school layout like the back of her hand, her feet instinctively taking her toward the closest restroom. But as she approached, she stopped dead in her tracks, her heart thudding uncomfortably in her chest.

To her left was the girls' restroom, and to her right was the boys'.

She froze, staring at the two doors. For so long, this had been a simple decision. She had always turned right, walking into the boys' restroom without a second thought. But now, everything was different. She was Madelyn. She was a girl. The thought should have been simple—of course, she would go into the girls' restroom. But the weight of her past pressed down on her, leaving her rooted in place.

A strange, unplaceable sensation trickled through her. It wasn’t quite fear, but it wasn’t confidence either. It was a deep-seated uncertainty, a reminder of all the years she had spent pretending to be someone she wasn’t. What if someone looked at her strangely? What if someone questioned her right to be there?

She let out a shaky breath, glancing at the door to the boys’ restroom. She had no reason to go there anymore, but the habit of a lifetime made the choice feel oddly monumental. Why am I even hesitating? she thought, frustrated with herself. I’m a girl.

Just as she was about to take a careful step, Lyra’s voice chimed softly in her ear. “Don’t overthink it, Mads,” the fairy said gently, her voice laced with warmth. “You’re a girl. Don’t let your mind trick you into thinking otherwise.”

Madelyn blinked, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly at Lyra’s reassurance. A small smile tugged at her lips as she turned left and pushed open the door to the girls' restroom. The soft hum of fluorescent lights and the quiet murmur of a hand dryer greeted her, the space familiar yet different.

She moved to one of the sinks, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Her disguised features looked back at her: fiery red hair, freckled cheeks, and amber eyes. The sight made her heart swell with a mix of pride and relief. This is me. This is who I am.

Madelyn quickly freshened up, the hesitation that had gripped her moments ago fading into the background. She stepped out of the restroom, her stride lighter and her heart a little more certain. Lyra, perched invisibly in her hair, whispered softly, “Proud of you, Maddy.”

“Thanks, Lyra,” Madelyn murmured, her smile growing. She turned back toward the classroom, ready to face the rest of the day as the person she had always been meant to be.