Zalgo's Daughter (But A Crackhead)

2: I Hate School

        I hate school.

  That may be an understatement. Let me clarify, school is like hell. They teach us everything we can learn from the Internet, honestly why waste your energy? Ya'll know the goddess of memory (*cough* Mnemosyne*cough*)? I mean I would go up to Olympus and trash talk her and roast her for inventing all of this, but I am writing this aren't I? Writing is kinda her area so I'm might just steer clear of insulting her. 

  But seriously though, like why does school even teach Math? Just get a calculator and get it done with! We don't even apply most of the stuff we learn there into real life anyway!

School just doesn't make sense these days.

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  Getting ready for school, I looked over to my bunk bed, where an outfit, already prepared for me by Zalgo's servants, hung on the ladders (I totally didn't trip over them and fall off if you were wondering). 

  Zalgo's servants seemed to have taken his words quite literally though, seeing as their idea of 'Something that doesn't stand out, make her as unnoticeable as possible, something that makes her blend into the dark.' was to dress me in all black clothing. Black hoodie, black shoes, black socks, black leggings and black eyeliner. Not necessarily in that order. 

  Since Zalgo had sent me to a mortal school, I had to look normal at least. So being the smart kid I was, I bit my lips to hold back tears as I cut my beautiful fingernails, which was once a beauty, and now... just normal, average whatever you call it. Well, at least now I know that gardening shears and sandpaper make great nail cutting tools.

  After I cut my nails, I remembered my eyes. My stupid bright coloured eyes. They didn't get me any black contacts.

  Whatever, I thought to myself, reaching for the black clothes, Not my problem if the mortals find out anyway.

  Quickly dressing myself, I don't bother to wash up (Okay, in my defense, if you're a daughter of a fire demon, bathing in lava is no hard task, that stuff leaves you germ-free for DAYS.) and quickly poked my head out of the room and into the corridor. Seeing no one, I quickly scurried down the corridor in search for the elevator to the Surface (aka the Surface of the Earth, we're in the Underworld right now), not wanting anyone else in the household to question my questionable sense of fashion.

  Okay, you may be thinking, Wow, there's an obsidian elevator to hell on Earth? That's so cool! It would be such an honour to just take the elevator in all its fiery glory to visit you! or something along those lines.

  Before you get too excited, let me tell you something. The elevator to the Surface looks COMPLETELY NORMAL. There's no fire, obsidian or fiery glory at the elevator or whatsoever. It looks like a normal elevator, it acts like a normal elevator and it plays the good old classics just like a normal elevator. I mean, how would you mortals react if you saw a lit elevator (literally) just coming up in front of you?

  The only thing that makes it out of the ordinary is that there's a thin layer of enchantments on the elevator. After all, it is made out of metal and the burning temperature could easily melt the it in a few minutes or maybe even seconds. So the enchantments helps the elevator maintain its form and prevents it from heating up. 

  There's also AC.

  Yeah, we cool that way.