I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Everything you need to know about Spirits

I'm not sure how I managed to lie to Jenna over the cupcake tragedy. I am either an amazing athletic liar or Jenna has accepted that her neighbor is a complete idiotic klutz. Regardless, I had ruined the uniform she had so graciously lent me, yet she still gave me another pair. I couldn't be more grateful that she didn't push on the matter either. If she had pressed any further, I might have spilled everything that occurred due to the amount of stress I was under. The school systems were still down, and I was unable to request a set of uniforms or books. It was fair to say that I would be unprepared for another school day. I guess things never change...

I sat in the same spot next to Jenna, who had all her papers and pencils to start morning class. To this day, I don't think I ever took a single note. I always had a hard time focusing in school, but this time, I was determined to stay on track at least for this class. I knew this day would be a topic I wanted to focus on, so I asked Jenna for a piece of paper and a pencil.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me." She chuckled lightly, seeing that I didn't even have a backpack to store any of my belongings.

Helen was yet again in a rush to start the morning. As soon as she stepped through the door, the bell had already rung its last warning. She quickly gazed around the room, appearing to be counting attendance. "Okay, guys, let's start the day since we're a bit short on time. I have a very important announcement I will save for the end." She added with a glint of excitement in her brown eyes.

"I'm going to assume everyone read the chapter for today, but I also know some people are still struggling to get their books and others are still adjusting to the supernatural school curriculum, so I'm going to give everyone some grace for today." Helen smiled, seeing the relief flow across each student's face.

I should have read the chapter, but I was knocked out cold when I returned to my dorm room. Even Fred had trouble waking me up to get to class on time despite his efforts to throw my toothbrush at me. However, I knew the only reason he was so generous in waking me up was because he was bored and didn't want to be stuck in a room all day.

"So let's start the lecture today by talking about something positive-" Helen said, looking at the class with a glint of humor that quickly died once the students let out an exasperated sigh. "I should have known you all didn't read the chapter. Next time, I'll make a quiz." Helen silently murmured under her breath.

"In general, students in class D have Positive spirits. Somebody give me a basic general characteristic that positive spirits have in common."

"They all have some kind of healing trait," Jenna answered, twirling her pencil between her fingers.

"That is correct. All spirits are different in their own way, but we found that positive spirits have similar abilities. This does not mean that positive spirits are all the same regarding energy and ranking. Who can tell me the three rankings?" Helen asked, grabbing a marker from her desk to list on the board.

"Minor, Major, and Elite. My spirit is definitely a major." A boy with freckles and dark shaggy brunette hair answered with a very cocky grin.

Jenna rolled her eyes and leaned on her seat towards me, whispering, "That's Jerald. Besides Sammy, he also thinks he's going to level up to class C."

Jerald had the same atmosphere as Sammy but worse. He was arrogant and didn't even bother to hide it. This caused the class to murmur loudly on their own spirit guide, comparing their abilities. The class was turning into an annoying competitive frenzy that I almost caught myself tuning out the lecture.

"Alright, let's focus back on the lecture-" Helen said, trying to reel the class back to our main topic. The murmurs were beginning to die out, and everyone's eyes were back on Helen. Resting my chin against the palm of my hand, I felt an unsettling stare coming from the side of the classroom. From the corner of my eye, Jerald's creepy dark eyes were locked on me briefly, and I immediately turned back to the class. He held the same smug expression even after he turned around.