Daemon High: New Life?

BUSTER!

Chapter 7: BUSTER!

The oni ushered us to the counseling room, in the room there was a lazy chair beside a wooden stool, like a therapist’s. There was also a wooden table and large chair behind it. A woman in a green blouse sat in the chair. She said “Grab a chair, sit down,”

Angie hung her cloak on a coat hanger, then she grabbed two chairs and place them in front of the table, then she said “This better be good, I’m gonna be late for alchemy class,”

“I will make this quick, first things first, Angie, you know why you are here,” said the woman

“Aw come on, my skirt is long enough, it’s exactly longer than 20 centimeters,” Angie cried.

“Stand up,” said the woman.  Angie stood up, and the woman grabbed a ruler and measured Angie’s skirt,

“19.9 centimeters, not long enough” said the woman

“What the Lark? I told my tailor exactly 20 centimeters! Oh, that guy is gonna get it!” yelled the vampire.

“Ms. von Berringwood, such language is not allowed in this school! Detention!” yelled the woman.

“Aw come on!” yelled Angie. I didn’t know what ‘Lark’ meant but I’m pretty sure, it’s not a polite thing to say. Then, the woman turned to face me and told me “Sorry about that, I’m Ms. Charlotte, your uncle’s younger sister. That technically makes me your aunt” I have an aunt? W ho works at this school, as student counselor? I can get privileges, I guess.

“I have called you here to give you your stuff that weren’t destroyed in the explosion,” my aunt continued. Then she pulled out a wooden chest from thin air and said, “These are your stuff that were not charred or blow to bits,” I opened the chest and saw a bunch of my stuff like my goat plush, ten of my light blue shirts, some gray boxers, my personal photo album, and my kindergarten grade paper.

“I’m sorry but these are all we could salvage from the wreckage of your room, your pet dog was blown apart by the explosion too, I’m very sorry.” That was when I was hit in a sore point, my dog, Buster, dead? It was really sad; I mean I raised that Doberman when he was 1 month old. I’m practically like a father to him, I know it’s mushy but if you live with something long enough you get attached to it.

“Don’t be sad, your dog turned into a ghost, like you,” said my aunt. Wait, what did she mean by that? I wondered. She then snapped her fingers and a blue portal appeared in front of me and out popped Buster’s head, he looked normal, except that he had a dark blue soul flame floating around his head. Then his entire body or most of it popped out. Half of his body was a dark wisp, like mine, but the rest looked normal, he still had his front legs, his ghost charm which doubles as a collar I bought for him and the rest of his upper body. He gave me a happy bark, jumped on me, knocked me over and started licking my face.

“Okay, okay, get off me boy, I happy to see you too,” I said.

“Whoa, a yurei dog, man, I should get one, but I already have a hellhound so it might be a handful,” said Angie. Then I grabbed all my stuff from the chest and stuffed them into my bottomless belt pocket.

“It’s time for you to go run along now” said Ms Charlotte.

“Oh before, I go can you excuse Angie form detention, I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” I told my aunt. Angie then stared at me with her red eyes like I had a death wish or something. My aunt then said to me and Angie, “Well, I suppose I could look over this now, but don’t let me catch you doing anything inappropriate again young lady, you too, don’t expect me to excuse you from rule breaking just because you are my nephew,” Okay so maybe I won’t get privileges, dang.