Wyld Witch Weather

I'm a wild child. Wilful, moody, destructive.
You could say my reputation blows—literally.

Other teens skip class or experiment with drugs. I wreck classrooms.
Not on purpose. But when I cry, the wind answers. Loudly. Violently.

Now I'm down to my last chance: the Wyld Lands Academy.
It looks like some posh boarding school I've got no business setting foot in.
But inside those ancient stone walls? There's magic.

Fire, water, earth, air—the students here are attuned to their element. Like me.
For on...