Possession of the Devil's Child

The Start to the New

Marcus wasn't there to show me around so I was stuck by myself but according to Mary it was normal for him to just disappear. I decided to wear a beautiful royal blue satin shirt with a bedazzled cross upon my chest as well as blue jeans that hug my thighs tight.

"Mary," I said as gently as I could, "where is Rick at? I wanted to go for a flight." Since coming here, I have felt trapped and unable to escape my thoughts and believe that Rick can help me. At least it might be able to help.

"Down in the dungeons with the children of Lucifer. It's where he belongs." she said sitting on her bed reading "Gone with the Wind". In a few hours I would have to get changed into my uniform, a thin sky blue long sleeve shirt, plaid skirt that passes down just below my knees, white stockings and brown small heels, so I am prepared for my academy classes. I spent most of my day outdoors with Rick laying at my side and Thomas playing with his tail, and I spent this time sketching and coloring my mother standing by the tall sapphire blue falls with white fog curling around the rocks at the bottom in her Sunday best, an orange color bright against her long, raven hair, as well as her best bonnet she could find. She was standing at the bottom of the falls with a pitcher with an orange ribbon wrapped around the mouth of the bottle. I closed up my sketchbook taking a deep breath in avoiding the tears wanting to escape from my eyes, put my book into my toupe bag, gave Thomas to Mary as well as Rick and then proceeded to class by ascending the white marble stairs with the golden rails and through the exquisite gold and silver doors.

When I entered the building, the first undeniable thing that stands out are their bright white walls, their fluorescent blue lockers contrasting the white, stained glass windows representing each of the saints that have children here. When I arrived at my locker number 5567, I took in the design while I did the combo. My locker has gold calligraphy on the top in my full name as well as who my father is: "Caroline Lynn List, Daughter of St. Paul". It was intriguing that on my first day upon entering the grounds of this school I noticed everyone looked slightly different and had many of the same social classes that an ordinary high school would be. There were the jocks, who wore their lacrosse jerseys proudly and their noses in the air, then there are the nerds, who are centered by books, notebooks, and pencils. There are musicians, who are carrying their instruments and chatting amongst themselves in a disclosed conversation, though I had to smile at that thought because I always wanted to play the flute as my mother did and hers before.

After I completed my combo and was finished admiring the environment surrounding me, I was in a bit of shock when I saw all my school books in order as well as my school schedule magnetized to the door. I took one look at my schedule and noticed that music was my first period class, which left me puzzled because I could've sworn I needed an instrument for music, so I looked around in my locker and was overfilled with joy when I discovered a flute in its case at the bottom of the locker and with it a note was attached to it:

"Happy late birthday Caroline Lynn!

Love,

Mary"

Excitement showered over me and memories of my mother teaching me the basics. The warning bell sounded which snapped me out of the remembrance lane and me rushing to my first music class.

Once I arrived, I sat with the rest of the flutes in the first row as silent as a mouse. I looked around me and noticed everyone with sheet music laying on their stands in front of them. I assembled my new flute, which was plated gold, and started to play the notes my mother taught me. While I was warming up, I began to sway and let the notes I played into a melody of its own. Eventually, a short composer entered and climbed up to the podium, which was roughly four feet off the ground.

"Welcome class! Flutes this is our new academic please give her our music and then we shall begin," he said softly while music was passed down the row towards me. "There we are, now horns up and we will begin with Forever by Brian Balmages. One....two....three...." The song has begun.