The Devil's Daughter

Something wasn't right.

Miss Peter's P.O.V

I smirked at Carmen and a look of realisation swept across her face and if possible, with her skin colour, she went pale. I gulped, I never meant to give anything away too soon. I quickly glanced across to see the slight colour regained in her face. A girl called Hailey sneered at her friends and glared across the room directly at Carmen and laughed. I cleared my throat,

"Something to say, Miss Comrie? Hmm? What is it that you said to Carrie and Ella that was so utterly hilarious?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

She gulped, "Umm, well um..."

"Yes?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

She gathered confidence, from some where, "Just laughing at Carmen's ridiculous outfit."

"... Stay back after this lesson has ended. As I said before I do not tolerare rudeness. Please stay too Carmen, you are not in any trouble. It will be for two minutes," I glared across at the group of populars, which included Hailey, Carrie and Ella, "For you." I said, as icily as I could muster. The simultaneous gulp that showed on their faces made me smirk.

"Now, onto the lesson. Mary, what was your answer for question one: Do you believe in God?" I said, pretending to be polite.

"Well, I do because otherwise who made the world? Why would I go to church? When would the world have started? Why-" She rolled off onto a long list of questions, the unanswerable ones, that I had to refer to as 'Big Questions' but really it meant the ones about people from this century couldn't answer. It was sickening and quite sad to be honest.

"Who pays for our si-" I cut off her pathetic rambling and simply said;

"It was a yes or no answer, Mary." She shut up. I smiled and moved onto Carmen.

"So, question two: Do you believe in Satan? Why? Carmen, go ahead, this says why so you may explain." I said, casting a look at Mary at the last part. She glanced at her lap, embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess, if there is a God then I don't see why not, there is bad in the world and even if 'God' didn't create it, he is the almighty and powerful so couldn't he get rid of it? Maybe him and Satan have some sort of understanding. Just a thought." She said casually swinging on her seat, she had put up a perfectly reasonable argument, and by the looks on everyone's faces it looked like they believed her too. She wasn't too obvious, as if she was just merely stating a point. She lolled in her seat as she popped a bubble and had a looked at everyone's slightly shocked faces and smirked.

Carmen's P.O.V

I had to speak to Miss Peter after class. I concentrated on her, rather than my phone. Her thoughts were soon travelling into my head. I jolted at one sentence.

"I can't let Carmen know I am her mother." She noticed my jolt and suddenly none of her thoughts came through. She had put up a thought barrier. She sauntered over to my desk and all the eyes in the class slowly went to where we were.

"Miss Black, why don't you share your ideas for a project that I may set as homework; you have to create what you think the devil would look like. Go ahead." She said, but giving me a look which said it was a good idea.

"Well, I bet he's not red, with horns or anything. I think he looks like a normal guy but in a suit or something else that's formal. And the sort of aura of death that masks him, a creepy one, so you know he's not an average guy." The class all looked interested, so I continued,

"And as for hell, it wouldn't be a fire pit with torturing and stuff I don't think, you'll get some weirdo who's idea of that is amazing. No, it would be different for each and every person." I said, finishing my description.

"Well, that has given me an idea for the project. I find Miss Black's idea of 'Hell' interesting. I want you to all make a model or drawing of your 'Hell' and a talk to explain each part, and the reasons of why they are there. It can not be the original idea of 'Hell.' Do you understand?" I already had a clue of what to do, so I nodded along with the rest of the class. We all went back to do our work when the bell sounded, alerting the Miss Peter.

"That is the end of the first period, and lucky enough for you, class, you have a double period with me. Take a five minute break and do as you please. Do not mess up my room." She said as she returned to her computer, and then signalled for someone to come over;

"Miss Black?" I walked over and everyone was too busy being either immature or popular. I sighed.

"Yes, Miss Peter?" I said in my (fake) sickly sweet voice. She nodded her head towards her and I leaned in.

"I had a talk with your father." She said and I gulped.

"Oh, yes, John." I said, reffering to him by his name, rather than a casual- Dad or even Father.

"No." I froze, "Your real father." She finished in a harsh whisper.

"My real father is John." I said firmly, testing her, seeing if she really knew.

"... Anyway, he told me to tell you the truth. I am your mother." She said, ignoring me. I stared at her and calmy walked back to my seat and thought this through.

"Carmen, are you listening?" She said about ten minutes later when the lesson had begun again. I just stared at her. She shut up. She composed herself and begun the lesson and I sat taking the occaisonal note. It wasn't long before the bell rung out and she dismissed us, apart from the popular trio and me. I smirked.

Hailey's P.O.V

"Now girls, I would like you to apologise and write fifty lines saying 'I will not be rude to any member of this school.'" Miss Peter commanded.

"Sorry." I said, coldly. Miss Peter cleared her throat.

"Pardon, Miss Comrie?" She said, acting all smug, like she owned the place.

"I am dearly apologetic as to the matter that I may have offended you during the course of our class, I hope you accept the apology with gratitude." I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Better." Miss Peter said and smiled warily, "I guess..." She muttered under her breath.

"Now. Leave." she said icily.

"Oh, okay." I said. I took a deep breath, glanced at Carmen and left. The minute I stepped out the door I sighed, something wasn't right.