Chapter 217: Ms. Spaft

An hour of detention being stared at by Ms. Spaft had to come in on my top five most despised life events, and I'd been through some doozies. But at least Alison had been right. I was far from alone. In fact, the class was packed to the point she'd had extra chairs brought in to accommodate the easily fifty kids crammed into the classroom.

Fabulous way to kick off the first day of school. The worst part wasn't the detention itself, but the task assigned to each of us by our overlady. I glared at the paper in front of me, my fourth attempt at writing her an apology she'd accept as sufficiently repentant. The girls inside me weren't the least helpful, my demon suggesting we shove said letter somewhere Ms. Spaft wouldn't find it until her next trip to the bathroom while Shaylee alternated between urging me to just comply and getting huffy over a princess being bossed about by a mere mortal.

It's not like my written sorry for something I shouldn't be sorry for was the only one being reje