Satantology

Satantolgy

You know how everyone says they have a guardian angel looking over them? Well, it’s true, only, I wish it wasn’t. Something went wrong when I was born and I didn’t get an angel. “Hey...hey! Shannon!”  I got a demon. His name? Mick.

“Leave me alone, Mick. You know I have a big presentation today!” I could tell he could hear the seriousness in my voice. “Oh really!” Mick appeared suddenly in front of me, shoving down the giant diorama I had been holding. “How about now, Shannon...” His smile was unnerving, it sent chills down my spine.

It was the same smile he’d given me when he talked me into jumping off that swing set when I was younger. I broke my arm. He also once talked me into sneaking into an animal enclosure at the zoo. I had to get a rabies shot. That smile always meant whatever he was going to say was a bad idea.

“I---I’ll fix it! I think I have-” A sound began to echo from the speaker system, meaning my presentation was right then. “Mick!” My pulse rate rose and all I wanted to do was cuss him out. Instead, I took in one big breath and released it slowly. I turned around and hurried on to my presentation.

I could feel his presence grow red and coming closer to me with each step. “Throw me a bone, Shannon! Aren’t you angry? Come on, get mad at me!” There was a sense of desperation to his voice. “Where are you even going? You have no presentation now. Just skip!” I kept walking ignoring him. I was not missing my presentation.

Once I got there, I sat at my favorite desk and tried to come up with a last minute lecture to at least get some points. Right then, I’m called to the front of the class. “Shannon Anders, you’re up.” Mick leaned into my ear and whispered, “She says that with her pompous ego! Like you didn’t know. She probably thinks you’re dumb.” I began to feel the anger flow through my veins again, but I took a breath in and then let it go.

I walk to the front of the class, and I cleared my throat. I thought I’d had this, but being up there I don’t think I do. Then, I saw my crush, Shawn Underwood, in the romantical splash zone of the perfect Carly Smith. I wanted to puke.  Mick’s voice comes back stronger this time, “Look at her flirting with your man!”

I grinned mischievously, and an unseen fire was lit in my eyes. I let my emotions consume me like a tsunami, I wanted to wreck everything that stood in my way. “My presentation is over relationships.” Everyone looked at me in surprise, especially my teacher. “It’s called, ‘How many guys has Carly Smith dated’.” Mick laughed as we saw Carly shrink down in her seat, and Shawn turn away from her. He seemed happy, not because I got her to leave my crush alone, but because he won.

“Shannon Sheryl Sherry! Go to Mrs.Rain’s office, now!” My teacher’s arm outstretched toward the door. “Detention...score.” Micks voice had a satisfied tone. He had won, he had won.