There is no god. I slowly walk out the bathroom, now hearing the voices from the kitchen more clearly. There's no mistaking it, that's definitely Dennis the Devil's voice out there. What. in. the. hell. is. going. on. I plant my back against the hallway's wall, trying to make sense of their conversation.
"You shouldn't be leaving school so early! You literally just started."
"They weren't even doing anything there anyway. It was study hall time or something."
"Well I still don't support it. Don't do it next time. You might've gotten away with that at your old school but we have to be careful. Now, while you're here, grab 3 plates and set them on the table."
My throat runs dry when I hear his deep voice again.
"What do you mean 3? Who's here?"
"Well I decided to bake a cak
