Author's Note: sirona's outta town rn so she asked me and my contact to write todays' chapter. HOPE YOU LIKE IT goths rule even in the modern era! ALSO my legs are healed and i can walk again, prais je- oop, I mean Beelzebub! special thanks to my cousin Archibald for this! ~ophela
A couple days later, I began my first ever class (we didn't have class yesterday because it was 9/11 remembering day) at Carolton. I walked to class wearing a hot pink latex crop top, an black bodice with white lace, a belly button piercing the shape of satan's face, a pair of dark gray (tinted with blue) low rise baggy jeans I got paired with black combat boots and black fingerless gloves. I had my hair down and I used hair chalk to give me a red ombre down the back, and I was wearing black hoop earrings and black lipstick.
I sat down in my chair next to Marina and Forrester, and our teacher, Hunter Belos came in. He was so hot with his scared-up skin and whiting hair he had from being so stressed all the time, but i swallowed my feelings and focus. He looked depressed as fuck, but it was cool or whatever. He came in with a lot of hard wood, which he unpacked and rolled onto our tables.
"Alright, class. Today you will be making your palismen. Think about what animal you want to make and then carve it. This will be your palismans for a long time, so think of something good. And if any of you make anthing inappropriate, you get 3 hours detention and I'll slap you in the face because we have a repurtation to uphold. So don't get silly and don't fuck around and waste my time!"
He threw carving tools at us, whcih we caught deftly. We then got to work, carving away at our hard wood. But I needed a moment to think. I couldn't come up with a good animal or creature to carve, and I started gettinf depressed and ill. "I don't know what to make... I'm so useless," i sniffed. That's when forrester put his hands on mine. "You'll come up with something. After all, your beautiful." he told me. I blushed darkly, then put his hands away. "I can make it on my own, ut thank you," I told him, flusterdly.
I scratched my head, and had an empathy. I began carving out the shape of a little vampire man with a sexy jaw and a big cape. He had pure black eyes and big pointed ears. I named him "Renfield Richter," and set him on my table. He suddenly came to life and he bowed. "Thank you for creating me, madame. I am at your service." He then jumped onto my staff and attached himself there. Hunter clapped. "Well done, Chanelle. You made a wonderful palisman. BUT I TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE SEXY THINGS," he said turning the walls to darkness.
"WHY DO YOU HATE MY PASSION AND CREATIVITY!" i screamed. He screamed back, saying "THERE ARE RULES! AND THEY MUST BE FOLLOWED! IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW THE RULES, YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHITGT!" i think glowed at him. "Would you be saying this if he was around?" I said, holding up a picture of Waffles the Bird. He looked at it and suddenly everything went normal. He began crying emotionally. "I am so sorry I failed you," he whimpered as the felt the picture of the bird...everyone clapped for me. "Way to stick it to the man,"Marina applauded for me.
After class, I left to go to my next one, But out of the corner of my vision, a dark shadowed figure appeared, leaning on the wall. "Hey gorgeous," it told me. It sounded like a woman. "Leave me alone! You got an obadiah complex or something?" I threatened it. it disappated after that and I felt uncomfortable. 'What a loco," i said to myself as i walked on.