Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3: Deliciously Sinful

The bell rings for my first lesson, English, to end. Despite us being demons, apparently the human, mundane subjects are still important in order for us to become even more valuable assets to our society. The basic things such as reading, writing and speaking appropriately does improve formality and communication, having etiquette unlike others truly shows royal or superior figures who tries and who doesn't.

No wonder Sloth's kingdom is full of slums.

After going to break and drinking water to full up my stomach, my comforting silence is rudely interrupted by a certain Gluttony peer.

"Hey, what do you have right now?" Nancy asks brightly, putting up a facade of confidence and nonchalance.

"A different lesson to you," I respond dismissively.

"O-oh," she flushes red. "Yeah, of course. Poisons right?"

"So you did know what I have," I reply, feeling somewhat irritated.

"I think? I just forgot is all," she lies; I would know, I'm the queen of lying. "I just thought I could walk you to your class, it'd be good for me."

"Yes," I look her up and down. "It would. However I'd prefer to walk alone, clear my head is all."

Her face falls but she quickly clears it up with a forced smile, "Right. I need to go anyway- I've got potions right now."

I didn't ask. "Lovely."

"Bye!" She exclaims overexcited, it's honestly awful watching her. She darts off out of the room like a bright red elephant's ball, rolling and dodging the rest of the circus outside of the classroom. I pick up my things and bundle them in my arms, flipping my hair over the shoulder before leaving Mrs Well's room which has the peculiar smell of hummus.

I don't dodge the students, they part for me. Another bonus of being a royal and a popular bitch. Each time I walk down these halls, I absorb the green apple and cinnamon scented jealousy that makes me the best me possible. It makes me feel whole, confident and deliciously sinful.

I walk down the steps and turn right into a classroom. The room is set out with eight lab stations; tall mahogany tables with deep drawers and marble tops. No chairs are permitted due to risk of spillages and ruining clothes. Depending on which poisons are being handled it can burn through someone's clothing which is inconvenient and compromising. For younger years, the poisons could potentially cause irritation due to their powers not fully flourishing.

A demon becomes fully fledged at the age of sixteen, when their powers fully grow and they're able to do remarkable things; I've become more resistant to poisons however I'm not fully immune until January.

The classroom has a pair of French double doors that leads into a greenhouse. The green house is large, with rows of potted, mysterious plants that range in colours, shapes and sizes. Some are beautiful and vibrant, others are dull and uninteresting; all of them are poisonous. Further down the greenhouse are wracks with vines entangling the oak, or sticks stuck in strips of potted soil supporting various innocent looking 'vegetables' or 'fruits'. Bushes grow flowers, berries or other alien plants alongside trees producing certain nuts or seemingly edible and safe foods.

Throughout the entirety of Blasphemy High, this has always been my safe haven. Similarly back at the mansion in hell, I'd prefer the company of my poisonous plants in our garden opposed to spending time with other dim-witted demons. I take pride in my plants, I can't help it. However it kills me now to know how some other foolish demon is tampering with my most prized possessions at this very moment of time; mother always hires a gardener when I'm not around. They don't understand some plants capabilities, especially since a quarter of them are rare species only found in the most mysterious but deadliest parts of hell.