The Demons Within Me

Author's Note: This is my first time writing a story like this, so review and constructive criticism would be nice. Enjoy. ^^

The Demons within Me

“NO!!!” Her voice echoed loudly throughout the room. As I rolled my eyes, glancing at her and her boyfriend briefly. His hands were up in a defensive position as her voice rang out again. “You’re not going there again!!”. I sighed softly as I went back to my sketches. It was always the same thing with them. So much so, that the entire class began to tune it out instead of looking for more gossip. Honestly, their fighting was getting old.
“Baby, please.” his voice was deep and rich, though considerably softer than his female counterparts’ “I wish I could get out of it…”
“Then get out of it!” she cried out. Some heads turned as her vocals rose to a tenor that had not been hit in any prior argument. Her usually cream skin had taken a viciously red hue while her eyes stared at him furiously. He on the other hand ran his hand shakily through his brown and black hair with a slightly frustrated, slightly amused look on his face.
“You know it’s not like that Laney” he replied as she flipped her hair to turn away from him. “Come on Laney.” he was pleading now, as I began to wonder how this argument might turn out, vaguely aware that the rest of the class had once again lost interest. Lenore had her raven head faced firmly forward as he tried to get some kind of response from her. “She’s gonna forgive him again you know.” a low voice said near my ear. I grunted softly in agreement before turning to my friend, Amanda, and peering into her book.
“What’cha writing about?” I asked simply as I saw her untidy scrawl along the lines of the pages, not bothering to decipher the words written. She smiled her usual smile that told me nothing and went back to writing until the end of the period…

As the bell rang, the doors at the front of the classroom opened and the tall dark man who claims to be our teacher sauntered inside with a swaggering “Morning class.” We all replied in a general ploy to be ‘respectful while continuing what we had been doing for study-hall. Well all of us except Lenore and Charlos, who decided to put their argument on hold for the class. “Ms. Roberts, would you be so kind as to show the class what you seem is more important than my class?” I looked up at him briefly before shrugging and putting my sketch pad away.
“Not really sir. I’ve never really been known as kind.” I answered when he looked at me as if expecting me to get up. He tilted his head to the side incredulously,
“I don’t believe I was giving you a choice in the matter Ms. Roberts.” he said motioning with his hand for me to take front and center of ‘his’ classroom
“Then why did you phrase it as a question ‘sir’” I put as much venom into that last question as I could muster, sending a ripple of laughter throughout the class. His face balked slightly before he could rearrange his features into a more presentable ‘teacher-like’ façade. I looked at him innocently while he took in the fact that I was in fact right, but struggled within himself to give me another detention with the knowledge that I just wouldn’t care. Just as he was about to make his decision, however, the P.A. system kicked in and I heard my name called; a blessing in disguise some would call it. “Would Samantha Roberts please come to the principal’s office urgently. Samantha Roberts to the principal’s office.” I cringed at the use of my first name. Grabbing the rest of my things, including the brief note that was placed on my table by Amanda, and putting them into my bag before shrugging it onto my shoulder I gave a half-hearted smile before waltzing out of the classroom. I closed the door and walked partway down the hallway before stopping and resting my back against the wall between the classrooms to open the note. ‘Why is it you always have to push your luck with him? Good thing that call came when it did though. Btw, I want to go shopping after school. Come with me?’ I had to smile at her scattered thinking and classic smiling face at the end of the note. I folded the note and put it into my pocket making a mental note to text my mom as soon as school was out so she wouldn’t worry to much. I continued my trek to the principal’s office without much of a problem and sat on the bench outside while the secretary let her know I was there. I rested my bag between my legs while I waited for Ms. Thornrush to call for me. Smirking, the secretary comes back, and I instantly become wary. “She’ll see you in a bit.” She said taking her seat slowly. I nodded focusing my eyes on the pattern that I had painted in acrylics on my back some months back, smiling to myself as I recalled people constantly asking me where I got such a cool looking bag. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the secretary stretch pressing out those buxom breasts of hers until it seemed as though the buttons holding them in would burst from the pressure.
“Having a rough time Mrs. Saunders?” I asked innocently, moving my eyes from her chest to rest on her shining blue orbs.
“Not really Samantha. But I can’t imagine what got you in here again this week.” She smirked again, which made me suspect that she knew exactly why I had been called in. I sighed and let my eyes roam her body briefly before I heard a slight drag of wood on carpet. Whoever was in the office was obviously coming out soon, almost subconsciously I leaned forward and shifted my weight in preparation to get up. Sure enough, not two minutes later the door opened and a very irate Malcom walked out. He looked at me and sneered exposing his lightly yellow teeth. “Hope your session’s as good as mine bitch.” he growled before walking off. My name was called and I rocked up and walked into the office closing the door behind me. Ms. Thornrush was sitting behind the oak desk rubbing her temples as she motioned for me to have a seat among the pictures and trophies of the students and achievements that the school held over the years. I sat and stayed quiet until she was ready to begin. Though I didn’t mind waiting. Our principal is a beauty, with long dark brown hair done up in a loose, messy, bun that few people could pull off and still look professional. She opened her forest green eyes and trained her piercing stare on me. I felt my breathing hitch as I nearly lost myself in their depth… then she spoke, her rich voice laced with a slight weariness that come at the near completion of a long and stressful day. “I suppose you’re wondering why I called you here today.” I shrugged,
“Yeah kinda.” I replied, not really bothering with formalities seeing as she saw me in here more often than most of the other students in the school. She smiled at my frankness and continued
“The school is supposed to be going up against other high schools in an art competition, though they decided to send the flyer for our participation today…” I looked at her curiously as she paused. Usually when they got into regional competitions and the like we would have internal competitions to discover the ‘cream of the crop’. Now it seemed as though they were simply picking a student, namely me. “The deadline for submissions is also regrettably today, so it is imperative that we take the students we know can do the work.” I nodded in understanding. One problem though,
“I don’t usually go up for competitions.” I replied softly.
“I know Samantha. But you are also one of the best artists in the school. That includes your upperclassmen.” I heaved a heavy sigh about to decline when she drops another bomb, “It would also help your recommendation and permanent record Samantha.” My thoughts froze as my eyes found Ms Thornrush’s forest green orbs in shock. Was she offering what I think she was offering. “I can overlook most of your ‘adventures’ in this establishment if you would do this for us… but I need an answer now.” She was desperate. I could see it in her eyes. The only reason for this, I could think of, was we would be going up against our rival school. The only school to have kept the art trophy from us all these years. The one school… Midwestern High…
“I’ll do it.” I said finally…


“I can’t believe you agreed!!!” Amanda cried as we were sitting in the food court of the mall. “This is like the chance of a lifetime!” I rolled my eyes and asked the question I knew she was dying to answer. “Why? WHY?? Sammy, is it that you don’t know why so many people have been trying to go through torture to get onto the Art Attack team… to go up for ultimate fame and eventual recognition buy some of the top artists and schools?” I tilted my head to one side as she launch herself into one of her infamous rants which light up her features so beautifully. She was positively glowing when she finished.
“I’ll take your word for it then.” I said smiling and continued picking at my fries. She laughed and glanced around the slowly filling area.
“So what’s the plan?” I cocked an eyebrow at her, and she chuckled “True, I had initially asked you to come with me, but me knowing this new bit of information changes the ball-game just a little.”
“How so love?” I drawled leaning in just in time to see a slight shiver run through her body. She took in a deep breath before trying to explain the necessities of paints, charcoals, and extra pencils for my soon to be art competition. I had to put her on pause for a bit. “Mandy, you sound like I don’t already have most of the art store in my room, taking up four shelves in my room. I think I can handle the competition, so what did you want me to do in this mall with you now?” She blushed and turned her head in the direction of the clothing stores.
“Need to get new clothes… Dad’s making me go on some stupid date with some stupid boy… like that’s gonna help…” she grumbled and I chuckled. Her dad was always trying to get her together with some male, and she kept resisting him with all her might. “Do you think I can sleep over with you today?” She asked just before I started reminiscing and getting lost in my own world.
“I guess so… I’ll have to ask mom though.” I replied swiftly as I we began to get up…