It's Your Life: The Sleeping Demon

The classroom was empty after a long day of school. Small, yellow colored chairs spread out over the hard floor, as none of the students knew how to push their seats in. Broken and even bitten crayons littered the desks as scraps of paper and copies from the day sat their waiting to scribbled on in the morning. The teacher's desk was a birch wood, but more rusty than the steel tables the children had. Her books sat neatly on the top left corner, she itched to pack it away and head home, but of course another Blake predicament prevented that. She tilted her head to the left at the multi-colored wallpaper and beige door with a glass for looking through. Let's just get this over with. "He's really a good kid," Roger said meekly, "He just has issues understanding things." He dabbed his balding head as he felt beads of sweat forming. "Please Katherine." "Seventeen." Katherine stated. "Huh?" "Seventeen times. This is the SEVENTEENTH TIME you've used that excuse." Katherine glared into Roger's baby blue eyes with distaste. "You DO realize why you're here this time, right?" Roger fiddled with the top two loose buttons on his pale shirt "I believe he may or may not have screamed at a kid." "Screamed? You are dense. He BIT a kid and broke the skin!" "Huh. Kiddo's got some teeth on him, eh?" Roger chuckled like he expected Katherine to join him "Your child is suspended." "Suspended?! He's FOUR!" "I'm afraid that excuse is no longer viable. Good day to you, Mr. Harret." "Where's the principal? He'll understand!" "Mr. Aman sent me to tell you this news." "That's silly! He didn't come to tell Blake, or even worse, ME!" "Mr. Harret," Katherine rose her voice like she rose from her seat "The principal didn't come as he thought you were BRINGING Blake. Let that sink in." With that, Katherine packed her waiting books and left Roger to dwell in the classroom. When Roger got into the car, Blake was there in his car-seat, fast asleep. Roger looked at him for a moment and sighed. His mother was not going to like this. The car ride was silent and somber, Roger was in such a funk he couldn't even listen to the radio. As the car parked into the driveway of the house, as if right on cue, Blake woke up. "Hey chuckster!" Roger said quietly, he reached over and ruffled his son's hair. Blake just slapped his hand away and pouted. "Figured you'd be mad." Roger sighed. As the pair knocked at the front door and waited, Blake folded his arms over and sucked his breath in. "Oh come on Blake," Roger said, "You can't win me over with that this time." As soon as the door opened they were greeted by a small, lean girl with straight blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. "Mariam, dear! How was school?" Roger asked, leaning down to peck her forehead. "Mum's home and you're in trouble!" was all she said before blowing a raspberry. Blake gave up on his plan to suffocate and blew a raspberry at his older sister. Mariam screamed and ran off into the kitchen, where they all heard a deafening shout "BLAKE! GET IN HERE AT ONCE." The whole house fell silent as Roger and Blake reluctantly made their way down the hall to the kitchen. Once arrived, Andrea was there sitting at the dining table. "It's time to eat and chat." she said menacingly. Everybody set their place and got their food within seconds and once they were all seated, it was somehow even quieter than before. Well, except for little Hailey on her high-chair babbling away to herself. Eventually, someone spoke "How was your day, Blake?" Andrea asked softly. Blake shrugged. "You stayed awful long at school, why is that?" Another shrug. "Did your father have to talk to the principal?" Andrea asked, gritting her teeth. "Actually," Roger felt the need to cut the tension "It was just Katherine. Principal didn't show up." "It's cause he's scared of him." Mariam commented, eyes on her plate. Roger scratched his stubble before speaking again "Uh, no. It's not." He patted Blake's shoulder beside him. "He's not scared of you, kiddo." Blake finally let the breath he'd been holding out. Everyone looked at him, expecting his take. Instead Blake just looked Andrea straight in the eye. The eyes and genetics were funny in this family. You had Mariam and Hailey, who took after Roger's blue eyes and - what once was - blonde hair. Then Blake, from his dark mop of hair to grey eyes, he only got his mother's features it would seem. If only that meant they'd get along. "Blake, dear," Andrea said with a bitter yet calm tone "I know you bit a kid today in school. But instead of being in the spooky room you get to eat with us. If your too much of a prideful jerk to say sorry, you should at least suck it up and say thank you." Blake raised both his small fists and thumped them on the table. "I will never say thank you to anyone ever!!" he shouted, startling everyone. Even Hailey paused her conversation to see what was up. Andrea glared with her stormy grey eyes. "Take. That. Back." "NO!" Blake yelled again. Roger seemed the most surprised, he hadn't heard Blake talk since he went to pick him up this afternoon. "Take. That. Back. NOW." Andrea sneered a second time. A second "NO" came from Blake. But he wasn't done there. "I don't care if I bit Jason, I don't care how much trouble I'm in, I don't care if the principal is scared of me and I ESPECIALLY don't care if I get supsended!" "Suspended." Roger corrected. He regretted that though, as the storm turned her attention to him. "DID Blake get suspended?" Andrea asked. Roger was paralyzed. Just say what she wants to hear. "There might have been some talk of suspension. But only for about 2-3 days-" Andrea shot up from her chair. The moment that happened both Hailey and Blake started crying as Andrea marched around the table and violently grabbed Blake's arm "Andrea, please!" Roger begged but to no avail. Mariam consoled Hailey as Blake was hauled to the laundry room. "STOP, LEMME GO I'M SORRY!" He begged and struggled to get loose, but Andrea was practically pulling him off his feet. "Damn right you're sorry you insolent boy!" She kicked open the back laundry door. Inside, a case of stone stairs leading a cold, dirty, spooky room. "Stay in there and feel sorry for yourself!" And with that, she hurled the sobbing toddler into darkness and locked the door behind him. When Blake got up, we was surrounding by spooky things, cobwebs, old dusty trash they keep down here. He remembered the time Mariam stayed down here all night once, when she came out, she swore she heard ghosts moaning and asking her for her eyelids. The boy backed far away from the pile of junk and cobwebs in one corner and stayed by the stairs, with only a shelf above him. Blake curled up and prepared to spend the night here, when something big and furry plopped on his head. He froze for a moment before hearing a 'squeak'. Then it was total pandemonium. Despite how terrified he was, in a rush of adrenaline Blake plucked the mouse from his head and tossed it across the room inside some old car tire. He then broke down all over again. Did he bite Jason? Yes. Was he sorry? He was now. Suddenly something shiny and bright caught his eye. A white, followed by black light hovered by the ceiling. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the two began flying all over the place. Blake's eyes darted back and forth and all around as these white and black colored lasers shot all around the mustiness of his basement. What is going on? He thought Maybe I breathed in too much of that dust. He ducked as the white laser skirted past his head and bounced off a dirty glass jar. He watched in fright, yet slight delight as the black laser ricochet off the ugly mouse across from him. The white laser knocked off the jar once more, knocking it over beside Blake. "Alright," he said out loud "Enough of this nonsense!" He grabbed the mucky jar and positioned it facing ahead of him. The white laser flew right in. He tilted the jar so it faced upward as the black laser hit the ceiling and fell right inside the jar. He closed it up hastily and placed it on the last step, taking a few back himself. The black and white glow quickly faded and Blake gasped. There, sitting in the jar, was a tiny lady and tiny man. The lady had light brown skin with dark chocolate hair tied back into a wavy ponytail. She wore a white, knee-high, long-sleeved, dress with crystal white heeled shoes. She sat up and opened her eyes, which were the color of emeralds. She scanned her surroundings and spotted this gigantic, toddler boy gawking at her with his tear-stained face. She simply smiled and spoke, "Hello, Blake." "Uh, hi..." he was suddenly at a loss for words. What human could be THAT small?! "What is that?" Blake enquired, taking several steps closer so he was face to face with the jar. "What's what?" the woman asked. Blake gestured to the glowing, golden ring looming over the girl's head. "Oh, that's just my halo." She tapped it and the halo wavered slightly yet stayed in position. "But-" Blake said "Those are for-" "Angels? That I am." "But your so small." The angel pulled a sour face. "Not small! I prefer shoulder-sized. For your shoulder!" "Is he an angel?" Blake pointed at the lying man beside the shoulder-sized angel. She yelped and stepped back with caution, bumping into the wall of the jar. "No," she said "That's no angel." The man was fair-skinned with auburn hair. He had bangs that covered mainly the right side of his forehead. He wore a red blazer, with a white shirt, two buttons at the top were undone. He had red suit trousers and black business shoes. Crimson spikes pointed out of either side of his hair as horns and a slick, same shaded tail draped over his leg with a pointed arrow at the end. He lay on this back, eyes shut, snoring. "Well he's shoulder-sized too!" Blake exclaimed. "Yes," the angel agreed "But no angel, he's a demon." "A demon?" Blake took the jar and plucked the pair out of it. The angel scampered up to his right shoulder. "Yes a demon. Hey, this place kind of stinks. No offence. Do you wanna get out of here?" "Boy do I!" Blake exclaimed. The angel directed him up the stairs to the basement door where she had a plan to get them out of here. "I'm Light, by the way," she said as she stuck her arm into the keyhole and fiddled about "Should of said that sooner, my bad." With more seconds of fiddling, Light unlocked the door, unfortunately getting her hand stuck in the keyhole. "Oh goodness!" she said dangling. "Blake help me!" "You got the door open!" Blake cheered and stepped through. "Yes, I did, now please, help!" Light begged. But the little cheek ignored her. "Thanks for the help!" with that he slammed the door, leaving Light stuck in the keyhole and the demon sound asleep on the floor. "Whelp," she thought aloud "For a first day, that could've gone worse."