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"Y/n, this just isn't right anymore, going to the principal isn't helping you and I know you know this yourself. As much as I know you don't want to..... I'm thinking it's time you transfer Schools." My mother said, stroking my face where a bruise had started to form near my left eye. She attempted to console me, but there was nothing to console. The bullying, the harassment, the snide comments, their little witty remarks they'd dig at me in school, it didn't matter anymore. I knew how to make it stop. Mom always worried for me, and she'd be right to as well. I was tough but even sometimes it got too rough. Like that time those girls cornered me and poured boiling coffee down my arm just for asking her boyfriend for the homework... I'd gotten too lost in thought, by this time my mother had already begun soothing my forming bruise with some ice. I flinched slightly, before giving her my reply. "Don't worry, I know how to handle it this time."
"This is what you've said the last 6 times sweetheart, I'm afraid you can't handle it anymore. And is that psychology course worth this?"
"I'm sure of it this time, I promise you, " I held out my pinky with a half-smile. She remained in her place, only crossing her arms with an unsure expression on her face.
"And if that is wrong, then I will transfer. Like you said." I continued, shrugging my shoulders. I picked up my black messenger bag, all of the small pins jingling. I clutched the strap of my bag and began heading for the stairs. My mom let out a small sigh,
"Just please keep yourself safe, and don't do anything that has too many consequences."
"It's not me you should worry about," I mumbled under my breath, walking to my room.
"Today's lecture is on the human psyche. In particular, the use of dreams being an insight into the worries, troubles or joys of the person experiencing them. I'd like for you all to turn to page 54 in your textbooks for some common symbols in dreams and what they may be interpreted as." I sat and did as my professor said, after all, my whole life revolved around psychology. My job, my hobbies, people I talked to on the internet, all shared this common interest. Being able to learn more from a qualified person rather than a Wikipedia page any average Joe could've edited with a tinfoil hat strapped to his head blabbering about aliens or even more unbelievable, demons. I jotted the notes down quickly before letting the professor go in further about this topic.
"phew, is that really the 1hr 1/2 over? damn, that went by so quick." I thought, stretching my arms in the air, before packing away my things and leaving. I looked both ways in the hallway, seeing if anyone was there. The only people that were there weren't of concern to me so I headed my way to where I usually hung out.
"Oh hi dear! You'll be happy to see the surprise I had in for you today," the woman behind the desk spoke softly. She began to lead me into the back of her office and pointed towards a few boxes that had been opened towards the back. I crouched down to see the contents.
"Oh, Ms Garcia you shouldn't have, thank you so much!" My eyes lit up instantly as I picked up one of the criminal psychology books inside the box.
"I saw that you had read almost all of the ones the library had, and those are all dated nowadays. If you're gonna achieve this dream of yours, you're gonna need the newest information about these things." I turned to Ms Garcia, the librarian of this school and pulled her in for a hug. "thank you so much!"
"Go on, start reading, I know you're eager to start these." She ushered me out of the office, 5 booked stacked in my arms as I hastily made my way towards a table. I pulled out my lunch and began eating it while beginning the books she had just given me. Though I wasn't supposed to be eating in the library, she let me. She might be the only person in this school that cared about the issues I was having in school. Speaking of the issues, it had been unusually calm toda-
"Look what we have here.." The meathead of a boy spoke mockingly towards me. His group, a mix of social butterflies, fake band kids and some of his jock friends.
"You stupid fuck y/n jinxed yourself again. Let's spin the wheel of fortune, what do you think he's gonna pull this time, is it??" I mentally reprimanded myself, holding back the urge to physically facepalm myself. I didn't react to him, I just simply put in my headphones and waited for them to all get bored, listening to 'SECOND & SEBRING' by Of Mice & Men. I could hear their muffled laugher through the loud music in my headphones and their little leaders' remarks.
"Don't ignore us you stupid bitch!" and "What, you're going all soft on me now??" things to that effect, trying to get me to react. Trying my hardest to ignore it. I got slightly alarmed when I heard nothing from them for a moment, but assumed they were going to try getting in my face or poking me. They were awfully predictable. They all erupted in laugher, only to be shushed by the other librarian on duty. Their giggles were stifled but still an annoyance to me. "I need to know what they're doing, it's obviously not something good, it never is." As soon as I am about to turn my head to the left, where they stood, something sharp and hard met the side of my face.
"FUCKK!" I hissed in pain as they fled, laughing like the sick freaks they were. All I got told was to "shhhhhhhhh" by that other librarian. "Stupid old cow. Doesn't even acknowledge the fact, someone, under her supervision has been fucking slammed in the face by a huge, hard-cover book. I could sue." I joked to myself under my breath, trying to get humour out of the situation, when really, I don't think I can take it anymore. I'm at my limit. I take out my earphones, trying to collect myself. "What stupid book did they even throw at me... That hurt like a bitch." I picked up the strangely textured front cover of the book they had thrown. "WOOD AND METAL??? NO WONDER THAT HURT SO BAD HOLY SHIT! WHERE DID THEY EVEN FIND THIS ANYWAYS?" now more puzzled and pissed than hopeless, glancing about to see, roughly where this book comes from, but I saw nothing out of place?
"They must've planned it or something don't overthink it too much." back to feeling hopeless... "What is this book even about anyways?" "A witches guide to summoning a demon...?" reading the title quietly.
"really? a fake occult book to scare me? they are pathetic. What a load of rubbish." I was about to open the page of the book but before I had the chance I had to head to my last lesson of the day. I shoved 4 of the books in my bag including the odd occult one and made my way over to math.
I stared at my bag while thinking of what had to lead me up to this point. I sighed. "my god I feel like an insane person even considering this." I opened the pages I had folded, they were important to my plan. I read them over. I hesitated. "Am I really about to try and summon a demon?"