Your 23...its sorta inevitable. And cuz yah human.
What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)
Trying out new times to see how they feel. (Gonna need to wake up earlier for this one...if the delays don't make that obvious lol.)
Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)
Susan: "Hey dad! I made a pact with a demon. Now I have magic powers, cool right?"
Dad: "That's cute sweetie, I'm glad you made a friend. Now be a dear and pass me the veggies."
Susan: "It is NOT my friend! It's a demon, from literal hell, it's floating right next to me! Can't you see its evil from its beady little eye?"
Dad glared at where the Demon was, then shook his head in the way he does whenever his back begins to hurt.
Dad: "Hmm, your imagination is truly wonderful Susan. Unfortunately, I've lost that skill with age, many of us do. But I'm certain-"
Susan: "IT IS NOT IMAGINARY!"
Dad glared at me, raising the dreaded finger and wagging it.
Dad: "Now now Susan, no yelling. That's not how I raised you."
Susan: "Uugh!"
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With a smile, I strode to Ms.Care, who was busying herself by arranging all the pencils on her desk neatly. How boring.
Susan: "Ms.Care! I'm not going to detention today!"
Ms.Care shook her head by the smallest of amounts. Her special way to say she was laughing, spitting at my face, and thought I was a complete fucking moron.
And if I'm being hyperbolic, then it is only by the smallest of amounts.
Susan: "It's true! Because I quit!"
Ms.Care: "Quit?"
I nodded.
Susan: "I've awakened my magic powers, and I plan to go to Mogwarts to PROPERLY continue my studies."
Ms.Care pinched the space between her eyes, it was the most intense reaction I'd ever seen out of her. So I raised my guard in case she finally got the balls to finish this like we should've had from the start.
With a battle to the death.
Ms.Care: "Susan...you do know that magic is not real?"
I half smirked like I'd seen in Betty's Japanese cartoons. I looked really cool.
Susan: "So you're a nonbeliever...very well, I shall show you...the light!"
I snapped my fingers to signal that it was the demon's time to shine.
Demon of inconvenience: "Yo."
It floated down enough that Ms.Care could easily see it in front of her. You know, if she wasn't a worthless Buggle.
Susan: "Now I understand that the magically deficient folk like you can not see my spiritual pet. But even with your blindness, I can make you see the truth."
I pushed my glasses up, I'd bought them just for this moment.
The moment I destroyed Ms.Care, proved magic was real and cemented myself as a 400 IQ genius.
And so, I laid my pencil on the demon's head.
Susan: "Amazed?"
Demon of inconvenience: "How...fascinating."
Ms.Care raised her right brow, not that it mattered. Now that-
Ms.Care: "This joke is of poor taste Susan, but...yes. I suppose if you consider holding a pencil magical then magic is all around us. Now could you-"
Susan: "What? No no no! Hold on!"
I shuffled back a few feet, then a few more just to be safe.
Susan: "What about now Ms.Care? Have my arms grown to hold that pencil? Or do you finally admit tha-"
Ms.Care: "Susan why are you doing this? You know that you have the pencil in your hand."
I did not.
Susan: "Just...just reach out and touch it!"
Ms.Care: "Susan! This isn't-"
Susan: "Pleeeassee!"
Ms.Care sighed, then reached her hand out to the demon. Touching its skin and nearly bumping my pencil off.
Susan: "Can't you...feel it?"
Ms.Care: "Well...it is a humid day. If you-"
Susan: "No! Just...just close your hand!"
With an even harder sigh, Ms.Care did.
Susan: "Now...pull your hand back."
She did.
Susan: "You...you have my pencil...in your hand. You...you feel it, right?"
Ms.Care: "Well...yes of course I do."
Finally!
Susan: "So, if I'm waaayy over here. And if the pencil is NOT in my hand, and I did NOT move closer, and you didn't SEE the pencil until you grabbed it off what I told you was in front of you! Then...well that's odd right!? Magical even?!"
Ms.Care: "...Susan, you don't...have anything do you?"
I shook my head.
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Ms.Care: "...Well...you should suggest to your father a health-check up. You seem to be having an issue with your memory."
What?!
My expression must've tipped Ms.Care off because she went on to elaborate.
Ms.Care: "Before you moved back I mean...you gave me your pencil."
Susan: "b-But you said I had it in my hand!"
Ms.Care: "What? Susan I never said such a-"
Susan: "YES YOU DID! YOU TOLD ME! JUST NOW YOU LIAR! LI-"
Ms.Care: "Susan!"
My mouth clamped up, Ms.Care was using her strict voice.
Ms.Care: "I'm giving you 1 detention for wasting my class time with your horrid prank. Another one for shouting. And one more for calling me a liar. With the detention you've yet to have today, that makes 4. Any more and I'll be calling your father."
Susan: "What?! You can't! It isn't fair! I was-"
Ms.Care: "5 for talking back. I'll call your father by the end of the school day. Now...take your seat."
I was pretty sure if I expressed my anger by punching Ms.Care in the face that I'd get another detention. So I just flailed wildly while walking to my seat. The fact that ALL the other students were snickering made me REALLY hope that I'd 'accidentally' hit one of those brats.
Well, one kid wasn't being a total ass. Ol reliable Carlo. Granted he'd lied to me about broodway, and I'd seen him TALK to Ms.Care after class. Asking for...ugh...help with his homework. He even looked sad when she rejected him. Total teacher pet behavior. Or in other words, LOSER-ENERGY!
BUT...he did say he'd help me with my homework today. And...he gave me half of his chocolate bar when I said I was hungry. And that was...nice. And...y'know, I guess if he's cool past all this nerdiness I can be his friend. And...do like...friend stuff. Which I'm good at!
Mmh ANYWAY!!! While Carlo eyed me and Ms.Care spoke of things I'd forget by the evening and my Demon pet sorta just...floated, I got a bit droopy. Maybe closed an eye or two. Nothing close to actually falling asleep! But well...maybe enough for a stupid person to not get it.
Like Carlo.
Carlo: "Susan-" He was whispering "you shouldn't fall asleep in the middle of-"
Susan: "I am NOT falling asleep!"
Carlo: "Susan you have drool on your-"
Susan: "No I don't!"
I touched my chin...wet. I wiped it off.
Susan: "And even if I did! You shouldn't be sticking your nose in my drooly business! Ya creep!"
Carlo: "i-I wasn't looking at you like that! I was just worried! You...you should try to get along with Ms.Care. It's not good for-"
Susan: "There's no way to get along with that woman! She's as bland as bread, as good on the eyes as the sun, and as...as...just the worst! I hate her. I fucking hate her!"
Carlo: "s-Susan! You can't curse! That's wrong!"
I bit my lips. He was right, of course. Not because of stupid Ms.Care, but Dad. Both were ultimately wrong, cusses ruled! But you know...one's opinion actually fucking mattered.
So I couldn't curse. But-
Susan: "Fuck."
Carlo: "Susan!"
Susan: "Uh umh...slip of the tongue. I-"
Demon of inconvenience: "I think I cracked it."
I eyed the demon. We'd decided that if I didn't say anything it was free to elaborate, after all, we both agreed that I had a 'I'll shut you the fuck up myself.' vibe. It called it anger issues, I called it being a girl boss. Which is more correct btw. I'm perfectly calm.
Anyway, that's why after a few seconds, it continued.
Demon of inconvenience: "When you placed the pencil on me it was highly uncomfortable...and therefore, inconvenient. Yet I stayed still because of your prior request. When I did I felt a tiny magic flowing through me. A minor inconvenience. That's what I used to make you cuss."
It made me cuss?! What a dick move! What is wrong wi-oh right it's a demon.
Demon of inconvenience: "It stands to reason that the opposite is true as well. That if you do something inconvenient for me that you'll gain a bit of magic as well."
That makes sense, it sounds super cool after all. And witches are super cool.
Demon of inconvenience: "And then...you could use it to get your revenge on that bitch Ms.Care. You would like that...wouldn't you?"
It was...definitely tempting.
Carlo: "You...you what? What are you even looking at?"
Shit! I'd completely forgotten about Carlo. I turned back to spout out whatever excuse I could.
That was, I would have if the Demon didn't speak first.
Demon of inconvenience: "Let's start with something minor. Just tell Carlo for me that you don't care and will always hate Ms.Care. It isn't even a lie, and Carlo will get over it. It's just a teacher after all."
...that was...well it sounded a bit...mean. And like...It's not like I CARED about being mean...I just...
...
Wait, wait wait wait! What am I talking about?! This is MAGIC. MAAAAAGIC! I'm saying no to MAGIC because some nerdy boy might get his lil feeling hurt?
Pfffss! He's a boy! I'll just lie and say he looks cute and it'll all even out!
Well...not completely. After all, I'll have magic! Magic!
Ooh yeah! I'm gonna feel SOOOO inconvenient about what I'm about to do! I'll like... have the magic to be the principal of Mogwarts!
I gave Carlo a small smile.
Susan: "Don't be an idiot. I don't give two shits about cussing. And I hate and will always hate that worthless bitch Ms.Care. Understood?"
Carlo looked away. And immediately I felt a surge of...energy? Warmth? It was like... never eating for a single day of your life and then digging into a stake.
The feeling was so foreign yet...right.
And if THIS was minor? Ooh, I couldn't imagine how good mild or even major felt!
Fuck! I love it. The shaking in my hands. The thrill! The sounds of Carlo's whimpers!
wait...What!?
I looked back at Carlo. The poor boy was on the verge of tears. Holy shit. I thought he'd be offended not fucking sad! Does he really like the teacher THAT much?
I tried to reach out to Carlo, but he kept pushing my hand away.
Carlo: "l-Leave me alone! You're a jerk!"
I wanted to defend myself, to fight back. But the face Carlo gave me was as hurt as any animal I'd seen dad kill. To put it simply, it made me feel like a living, breathing, and talking pile of shit.
Fuck!
My head snapped to the Demon, its eye with its signature red glint. All smiles and laughs.
Susan: "What did you do?!"
Demon of inconvenience: "Oooh nothing...well other than putting what I know to good use. You can't blame me for that, can you?"
I wanted to stab this smiling asshole in the eye with the point of my pencil. But I figured that still wouldn't be enough to express even a tenth of how FUCKING PISSED I AM!
I tugged at the back of the hoody of the classmate seated right in front of me. He turned back, more scared than angry.
Good.
Susan: "Boy to my side is acting all sad because I made fun of Ms.Care. Why is he so pissed?"
He opened his mouth to say something useless.
Susan: "No no. Before you waste my time, I'll have you know that I'm in a VERY bad mood. A stabby mood."
The boy gulped. Then looked at Carlo.
ProfessionalStranger25: "Do you...not know?"
I raised my right brow. I was trying to emulate Ms.Care's way of doing it, just...a lot more shouty and punchy implications.
It seemed to work well enough.
ProfessionalStranger25: "Ah umh...well...Ms.Care is his...mom."
Susan: "WHAT?!"
Ms.Care: "Susan!"
And that's how I got my sixth detention, upgraded from 'Call to dad.' into a 'Meeting with dad.', and started what I already knew was going to be one of the most stressful days of my life.
All in all?
Fuck that demon.
No, nothing else. Just fuck it.
Fuck it so hard that it fucking dies and suffers and just...FUCK IT!
And NO! NONE of this is proof that I have fucking anger issues!
I'M PERFECTLY CALM RIGHT NOW!
The final section! (Section.)
All things end...except the things that don't. This chapter is not one of those things.