Everyday life with my demon friend

Chapter 1

It was sunny Tuesday morning and as usual I was sitting in my classroom and had another boring lesson with my history teacher. How I hate that subject.

Suddenly something small hit the back of my head. I turned around only to see my best friend Hester glaring at me. Then she pointed at the floor. That was when I noticed a small ball of paper. I picked it up and read it.

'I would sell my soul to hell if it meant that this subject would be forgotten forever. And also if I had any soul to sold. Can I sell yours?'

I smiled. I knew I should have paid attention but what's the point of listening when I know I won't be able to remember anything? So I decided to write with Hester.

'I agree, but let's find another soul to sell. Mine is too valuable.'

I made the ball again and threw it to Hester. She smiled and started to write again. And our conversation continued, continued and continued.

'What about Chloe's soul. I'm not sure if that bitch has any but we can try.'

'Some day maybe. Uh. I just want this torturing to end. Blah, blah, blah, Punic wars, blah, blah, blah, Rome, blah, blah, blah, Cartago. It's just so boring. This is the reason why I love weekends so much.'

'If the weekend had a face I would totally kiss it.'

'Yeah, me too. Btw did you hear about the rumours that Chloe spreads around the school?'

'No, why?'

'They are about you and this guy from the fifth year. Something about dating.'

'Poor guy. He must feel terrible to have a girlfriend like me. Anyway I love rumours. I Always find out amazing things about myself I never knew.'

Before I could replied the history teacher came to my desk and took the paper. Thanks God he didn't read it. He threw it directly into the trash can.

"I expected more from you, young lady. I know that a third-year history doesn't fascinate a lot of students but it's useful so at least pretend to listen to what I'm talking about."

I blushed deeply. I'd always been the favourite one among the teachers. I felt so ashamed. I decided to pay more attention. So when another paper ball hit me to the head I didn't turn around. Nor did I react to the Hester's voice when she tried to communicate with me.

Even though the lesson lasted for almost eternity, I managed to ignore Hester. Don't get me wrong, she is the best friend I have but sometimes she can get me to some big troubles.

Finally the history lesson ended. I was so happy. The end for this day.

"Why is everyone packing their things? Teacher ends the lesson, not ring."

Everyone sat back with sad expression on their face.

"I need to tell you something about the project you are supposed to do for this semester. You will be working in groups of three. I've already put you in them so there would be no misunderstanding who works with who. The list of names and topics is in the corridor on the first floor. That's all. If you have any questions come and ask me. If not, goodbye."

Everyone jumped from their seats and ran away. I waited for Hester. Soon she joined me and asked whether I wanted to check if we are in the same group. I nodded and followed her to the first floor.

When we arrived there was a mass of people standing in front of the list with topics. I don't know why. Does it matter? Mr Jenkins had already made groups and chose topic for each.

We were waiting for about 10 minutes till everyone left and we could see the paper. As soon as Hester saw it her eyes widened and she became cursing. I looked at the paper and turned to her with confusion on my face.

"What's the problem? We are in the same group and the topic is fantastic. It's brilliant. Why are you so angry?"

"Look closely? Do you see the name of the third member of our team?"

I looked closer and noticed why she is so pissed off. Chloe. We are supposed to work with Chloe. Great, so much fun. I would be really grateful if Hester and Chloe could cooperate. Just for this one project. But I know it's just my wish. It is even more improbable than seeing the real unicorn with rainbow in his ass.

"I don't want to work together with that bitch. She is selfish, arrogant, sly, lazy little slut."

"What a wonderful description of my personality. Still better than yours, loser." Chloe just appeared from nowhere. I have to admit I hate her, too but Hester is a little bit too opened about her opinion on her. "You are just jealous." She added.

Hester started to laugh uncontrollably. "About what?"

"Well, I'm hot..." She couldn't finish the sentence because Hester started to speak again.

"Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave. And I'm not sure about it either."

"You bitch..."

"Be careful what you say to me, the voices in my head have already made a few good suggestions."

Chloe just screamed frustrated and left. It didn't shock me. I'm used to it.

I turned to Hester and asked: "Why do you hate her so much?"

"Oh, I don't hate her. I just hope her nextperiod happens in a shark tank." I sighed. She doesn't take anything seriously.I suppose I won't get my answer so I started to walk home. Soon Hester followedme.

I don't know how this idea came to my mind but I'm quite interested in writing this story so I will continue and see how this will go.