Free The Misadventures of Daria Pigwidgeon by Amy Lunderman Page B

we’ll be squeezing you in. Just protocol. Nothing to be worried about. And I promise we’ll even allow breaks in between.”
    The last bit is said with a wink and a funny little smile. I guess it’s funny to make the day seem like a cross between jail time and torture? And here I thought I was just going to step into the school like a normal person. Clearly not. But hey, I’m not normal, so there yah go.
    She continues before I can give a halfhearted nod, “And who knows Miss Pigwidgeon, if all goes well, you might be able to start tomorrow.”
    Now I smile just as delighted as before. Looks like she could sense my disappointment. I have to say, I love her enthusiasm. It’s almost as strong as mine. For the first Guidance Counselor I’ve ever met, I think she’s the best. Plus, she brought me coffee. Nothing better than that.
    So basically, after another awkward car ride in which I don’t have anything clever to say, I go through a day full of tests. Fortunately, I didn’t see Chance once. He and Ashley had already left for school by the time Mellissa and I headed out. My brain would have been fried for sure just getting a glance from his blue eyes. And I need all the electrodes firing at full power today.
    Sitting in a four by four room, which closely resembles that of a cubicle in hell (not that I’ve ever been – just a theory) is not the most fun I’ve had. I can say that I’m mighty pleased with myself though. A hundred percent or more certain that I aced every test placed in front of me by Mellissa. There are some times where I’m grateful for my demon gifted (or cursed – depending on the day) abilities. And today is one of those.
    Thanks to the early development of my consciousness, I’ve somehow gained a photographic memory. Maybe it’s like a plus side to having everyone around me forget who I am from time to time. Like a fail-safe or something. Where I can make sure even if I’m forgotten, nothing will be forgotten by me. So while I never once stepped foot inside a school building, I still know some stuff. And by some stuff, I mean more so than most.
    My demon siblings, even though they are completely rough around the edges, came in handy. Like when they would go to school and leave me at home, I’d consume everything left behind. Books became my passion, and it didn’t even take long to teach myself to read. I’m sure they got in trouble for missing assignments, and all because I would steal them. All for knowledge purposes of course. It was just a bonus that they would hurt in the crossfire. Hey, a girl has to strike back at some point.
    And as demons go, my attempts are pretty light. That is if you don’t count the drugging of them in my escape.
    Which I don’t by the way.
    None the less, I’m a rockstar when it comes to learning things. But when it comes to putting them down in test form, it leaves my skills as something to be desired. Which is why, I am now sitting in an office opposite of Mellissa and some dude in a tie named Mr. Mathews ie. The Vice Principal. They have the verdict for me. All my plans for starting over hangs in the balance with these too faculty members and one happens to be my landlord too.
    Is my shady past revealed in my tightly lipped answers?
    Will my dreams be flushed down the toilet?
    I hope not on both.
    ***
    While trying to be obedient and nonchalant at the same time, I sit erect in the comfiest chair ever. I swear this thing is more padded than my newly acquired over the shoulder boulder holder (courtesy of Ashley’s hand-me-down duffel, and in no way weird. Hey, my girls need love too). I have to fight the urge to lean back with a sigh of delight. I need to appear diligent before prying eyes. That of Mellissa and Mr. Mathews, who I’m just realizing might have a little flair for the dramatic.
    They’ve been in a silent pause longer than my new jeans. It’s kind of annoying. Mostly because I’m not sure what they will say. I’m not all that sure what