School or Hell, What's the Difference?

Part One, The Only One

I thought humans had enough to deal with with their whole minuscule understanding of the universe, but it seems like that's not enough for them. They have to create places called schools. Where you are judged by your ability to memorize the material and pass the tests given to you by another human with hardly any understanding of how things really work. If I didn't feel the need to make things extra hard on Pine Tree I wouldn't even be here. However, it was pretty great to see his face when I made him fail a test. Dumb rules about how both the cheater and the person getting cheated off of fail the test is the whole reason I was able to do that. It made no sense to me. It's called using your resources. Never in their life will they encounter a time when they cannot ask another uneducated human about a question or they could seek some real advice and call up a demon. It's pretty simple really.

"I hope all of you read your pages from last night." The imbecile called a teacher stated. The bell just rang for class to begin. "You will be having a quiz over your reading from last night.

"What?" A few students complained. Some more loudly than others. Pine Tree, like always; being the fucking nerd he is, didn't look at all worried. He probably read the pages twice and read them once more to take notes on them.

"Nerd." I coughed a few times, hiding my insult in between the coughs. Pine Tree sat right in front of me; not by coincidence. I just had to do a little manipulating with the teacher. He could tell my insult was directed to him; I could sense that, but he didn't respond. The teacher started passing out the quizzes.

When the quiz was placed on my table and I started reading the first question, I started clawing the table as subtly as I could manage. The human next to me didn't seem to notice, so I was doing a good job at it. You've got to be kidding me. As the teacher set the quiz down I touched her hand; giving me all of the answers to the test. It shouldn't even be considered a quiz. All of it is wrong! Those answers aren't correct. There are so many holes in the research; yet it is considered fact. Humans! Idiots! Morons!

"I did not ascend from the depths of hell to deal with this shit!" I shouted and flipped the table. The table and papers from me and my table partner covered the floor. The table did a complete 180 and was lying on its surface. Not waiting for the scolding from the moron that created this quiz; which would only make things worse, and I don't think dismembering the teacher in front of an entire class would be acceptable behavior, I rushed out of the classroom.

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The moment I heard a chair push out from behind me I knew this wasn't going to be good. Bill hadn't been in the best of moods lately, and this quiz wasn't going to make things better for him. Honestly, I think he was getting stressed out. All of his attempts to ruin my life hadn't been working out. Since my record is so clean no one could believe I did any of the things he tried to pin on me. One of them being really dumb graffiti on the front doors. Bill hid the spray cans in my locker hoping I would get in trouble. Instead the principal asked me who could have access to my locker. I told him I didn't know because I knew Bill wouldn't get caught.

"I did not ascend from the depths of hell to deal with this shit!" Bill shouted, he flipped a table, which I thought was completely unnecessary. After that he ran out of the room. I debated with myself for a few seconds about following him or not. However, that debate ended quickly as I realized the damage he could do. Sure, he wasn't looking for complete destruction of earth anymore, but if pushed to his limits he could do just that. I walked out of the room of confused people. The teacher didn't even try to stop me. Instead she was still staring at the mess created by the demon's outburst.

"Bill, where are you?" I spoke normally. If Bill hadn't completely lost it he would be able to hear me. He's kind of been 'connected' to me as he put it. He always heard me, always knew where I was, and always knew what I was doing.