The School Life of The Other Demon

Beginner's Class

Reminder: Different languages because a child doesn't know how to speak them.

Arabic

Ancient Greek

Chinese-Mandarin

Demetria's P.O.V.:

"Aw, come on, Demetria. We said we're sorry!"

"If you won't forgive, Drake, then at least forgive me, Dee."

"Shut up, Damian!"

We're currently sitting in class, waiting for this Mandarin teacher to come in. Sitting in the corner of the class, I stare forward, ignoring the nagging boys beside me. Damian sits in the seat right next to me, facing his whole body towards me while Tim kneels next to me, his arms resting on the desk.

They continue to complain and nag, begging for forgiveness.

"Come on!" Tim whines. "Please! I'm sorry!"

"Then delete it," I bluntly say, not batting an eye in his direction.

"Uh," he says. "I love you, I won't deny that, but I'm not willing to delete something as beautiful as that."

"Nothing about that is beautiful," I mutter in embarrassment and anger.

"Everything about it is beautiful," Tim argues. "It's a funny and adorable video of your first day of school, and it also showcases you singing."

"It's not funny, adorable, or pleasing to listen to," I retort.

"I beg to differ," Damian says. "Although, it was indeed hard to watch due to the song that you have chosen—"

"—I didn't know anything else!—"

"—it was nice to listen to. But memories of us going to the market kept on playing in my head, making things worse," he adds. "But it was nice."

"Damian can compliment?" Tim asks, taunting Damian. "Where have you hid the real Damian, and how do we keep him there?!"

"Tch. There is no other Damian," Damian growls.

Tim then points to me. "Isn't she just basically another you?"

"No," I answer. "Damian's another me."

"Why am I another you and not the other way around?" Damian complains.

"Why not?" I ask him. "I'm the more responsible one."

"But I'm older."

"By a minute!" I argue.

"Good afternoon, students!" a voice says, interrupting our argument.

The three of us turn our heads to find a woman walking in through the doors with a bag in one hand. She walks up to the desk in the front of the class and places her bag and book down.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Yang," the students replied.

"Hi! Ms. Yang!" Tim exclaims.

The teacher's—Ms. Yang—head snaps up from her desk, making eye contact with Tim. Her eyes go wide when seeing Tim and smiles. "Hello, Tim! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for my baby brother and sister," he says, pointing to Damian and me.

"We're not babies," Damian growls.

"Shhh," Tim says. "I will be referring to you two as babies whenever we're out. So suck it up and accept the compliments."

"Hello," Yang says, looking at Damian and me. "Would you two like to come up to the class and introduce yourselves?"