Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6: Humans Are A Demon's Playground

"Good morning class, my name is Mrs Bronson, I am the only teacher of our new subject human sciences," she beams. "Why do you guys think this subject is important? I want to pick your brains, see what you already know and understand." She turns on her heel and writes the question on the chalkboard, large and central.

Mrs Bronson was introduced at the assembly, her light blue skin compliments her chestnut hair, a pair of glasses still frame her oval face as she graces everyone with her small but polite smile. She wears a navy blazer, a matching pair of cigarette trousers with a white blouse; brown smart shoes adorn her small feet.

"So we can collect their souls easier," Brent says smugly, leaning back in his seat like he's an incredibly intelligent individual when actually he's just... an idiot.

"Right," the bubbly teacher spins around another time to write the idea on the board, particularly enthusiastic. "You'll cover souls in demonology. However they are important for our survival. Can anyone think of any other reasons?"

"If we u-understand them better," Nancy Fatkins (I meant Hodgkins) stutters. "We c-can coexist with them sufficiently. We st-still gain a lot of resources from their plane, s-so we need to maintain our relationship with them and make it s-seamless."

"That's a good point Nancy," Mrs Brenton smiles cheerfully. So she already knows our names. She jots the note on the board again, stemming from the question. "You're right. Can anyone tell me why we want to keep our relationship 'seamless' like Nancy quite rightly put it?"

"It's the law," Felix smacks his lips. "We can't confirm our existence to the humans. It will blow their minds," he imitates the actions before putting on a cheeky grin. "Make them reassess everything they actually know, when that's not what we want."

"Why?" Bronson openly asks.

Nobody responds, they just look around curiously if not in confusion like the dozy, dim-witted dingos they are. With a sigh and a roll of my eyes I actually participate in the lesson, "Humans believe they're the top of the food chain. They hate feeling threatened, instead of wanting to coexist with other species healthily, they'd rather choose to eliminate this potential 'threats' in fear that they'll be overthrown or become extinct.

"Typically, another reason we need this subject so much is because humans are sinful. Greed: they want money, power, land and nice 'things'. Lust: they crave sex and often, their lust ruins relationships between other humans due to adultery. Gluttony: a lot of them are fat, overeat, take more food than they need instead of helping the hungry. Of course there is envy, they're so close-minded that they actually want to be like other people rather than working with what they got. Then there are the rest of the sins.

"What I'm trying to say is, humans are a demon's playground. Due to their sinning, it attracts us to them. Makes us feel better about ourselves or whatever the hell happens. When we take in our sin it's the best feeling; so we want to absorb it as much as possible, hence needing to exist alongside them."

The class stare at me in surprise, some of them blatantly stare at me in disbelief, for Olivia Green actually spoke up during a lesson rather than sitting quietly and taking notes. Shocker.

"That's really good Olivia," she smiles proudly and I can't help but be alien to the feeling. "So I'll summarise that with the word 'sins'. I'm glad you brought that up because that is our first topic within the curriculum. Human behaviours that promote sins."

The two hours surprisingly do not drag. I find myself fully immersing myself into the lesson, especially since Mrs Bronson is actually a good teacher. She's patient, enthusiastic and even though I don't like half the people in my class, she includes everyone. She might be my favourite faculty member, especially with her positivity that is the antithesis of my nature.

The bell rings for break and she dismisses lesson on a positive note, "Thank you guys so much! You were all amazing- oh and Brent? Maybe keep the sexual comments to a minimal next time? See you next week Nancy, keep up the good work... oh, Olivia can I catch you a second please?"

Her comment takes me off-guard and I look at her with inquisition. A couple of cocky footballers chorus an 'oooh' as they walk out the door; I can't help but to stare white-hot daggers into their spines.

"No need to pay them any attention, I just wanted to congratulate you on your comments you made today. They were very thoughtful and intelligent."

I clear my throat and stare at her with an uncomfortable smile. I'm seriously not used to this, what am I supposed to say? "Right."
Right? Right? Of course I can't even spit out a genuine 'thank you', I've never truly meant it before and I'm pretty sure it'd burn my tongue.

"I know you're not used to teachers being actually supportive," she smiles small. "Don't worry, I do get it. Can I let you into a little secret?"

"I do love secrets."

"Teachers have meetings about the students regularly, especially with new faculty members to kind of... warn them. It allows teachers to think up of a good approach to their students, especially with thoughts who aren't particularly involved with lessons.

"So when your name was brought up, some teachers had their very strong opinions on you. However with students like you, with a reputation, I like to give you all a clean slate and honestly? I think you were one of the best students in today's lesson and I really hope you keep up with the good effort."

"I'll try," I shrug. "Majority of the class is too stupid so I felt like I needed to speak up. Pretty basic if you ask me."

She raises a brow, "Those are definitely your thoughts. Everyone is entitled to having an opinion, however it's what you decide to do with them that truly matters." She pauses and sips some water from her bottle, "Whats your opinion of me?"

"Um," my mind goes blank. Throughout lesson all I thought were nice things about her, especially since she wasn't overwhelmingly kind and it all felt genuine. She also didn't take any shit from the hormonal, cum-smelling, sweat stained boys. "You're tolerable and you know what you're talking about. You're patient but also firm which is a good quality. I suppose you've left a good impression with the class which is slightly admirable, especially with the mentally challenged individuals I have the displeasure of calling my peers."

"Why thank you," she nods, not taking offence to my dampened compliments. "I've noticed you didn't speak to anyone throughout lesson, which confuses me due to you being the so-called 'Green Queen', Little Miss Popularity."

"Yes," I look at her incredulously. "Because I tolerate them. Just because I'm popular doesn't mean I'm going to be nice to them, or interact with anyone."

"Why?" She asks curiously. "Demons depend on one another. It's okay to be nice and social sometimes."

"I am social," I defend. "When I'm not learning."

"What about the kindness part?"

"That's debatable."

She nods and sees I won't budge about this, I'm guessing she's trying to figure me out which I'm uncomfortable about. "You best go off to your break, I'll see you next week."

"Yes, you will," I nod tensely.