The spirit of Devfronds

8. Calvin Doesn't Know Anything

Previously:

But he knew, that his parents wouldn't talk if he was listening, so he could just eavesdrop.

No, he was not at all guilty.

Unfortunately, whatever fairy burst he had earlier wasn't coming back. He couldn't hear a single word from his room. He tried making a thumping sound around the room to see if his hearing was still powerful, but nope, his hearing was back to normal. 

Dam.

He sighed. He trusted his parents, didn't he. They would tell him if it concerned him.

His mind wandered to Derek and how he had trusted that everything will be fine now that they were here. Why did he trust them to do anything? 

Who were his parents?

He looked at the book he was holding in his hand. 

'Wings of fire.' Calvin chuckled at the irony.

With his mind filled with thoughts and body moving on autopilot putting his books on the bookshelf and putting the photos where he thought they looked good, he went into his mind space he often went into.

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"Calvin, God dammit, Calvin. Mr. Boring is taking a test. Hey!" Baedon said, as Calvin's mind was snapped back from the makeshift world he had gotten lost into. But to be fair, he really didn't need to know about the teacher's cat's gastrointestinal issues. 

"Yeah, yeah, sorry..." calvin said, his head snapping back to the blackboard.

"Honestly Calvin, sometimes I wonder what am I to do with you?"

"Nothing," Calvin gave a cheeky smile, "just keep being a crazy friend."

"Hey!"

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"Hey Calvin, back to imagine-world again?" Sally said, as she entered the room. 

"No, I just...I miss Braedon." Calvin said, embarrassed that tears were forming in his eyes. 

"Its barely been a day, Calvin. Besides, once you make new friends here, you'll not miss Braedon anymore." She said, in her soothing motherly voice.

"That's what I am worried about. I don't want to forget Braedon." 

"You needn't. Beside, the amount of time you talked about him, I was starting to think you are gay." Sally said, "Come on dinner's ready. Mathew and Heather have came over, along with Susan." She said.

"Who's Susan?" 

"Their daughter."  She said, hopping down the petal with a little flap if her wings, which made her land softly in the next petal instead of landing- thump. She looked very graceful. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Calvin. He slipped on the curvy part of the petal and had to flail his arm like a hen to keep balance.

They jumped into another room towards Calvin's right, the room on which the demon had fallen. 

There, around a round table sat his dad and Mathew, talking while waving their forks all around them. Heather was talking to a girl about Calvin's age, probably Susan. 

She had hairs somewhere between brown and blonde, like her mother, which were falling in soft curls around her face, framing it and making her already distinct jaw more sharp. He nose was a little too small for her face, and there was little scar right below her right eye. It looked like claw mark. Her eyes were...stunning.