The hellish world around Bee melted away and the miserable world of the English classroom returned to her sight.

"You think about that offer, people would kill for the chance."

"No pressure then."

"None at all." Mr Connor replied as a cheeky grin spread across his scarily perfect face. Bee sighed and headed out of the room, thankful that it was the end of the day and she didn't have to face the rest of her teachers who, in her eyes, had suddenly become significantly less interesting. The second she stepped out of the classroom, the she stepped out of the room, she was swept up by the swarm of children attempting to leave the school as soon as was physically possible.

As her whole body was compressed into a wall by the large student next to her who appeared to be taking up all of the space in the corridor, Bee thought about the possibility of simply making him disappear and move to London to pursue a career as a doorstop. Her entire journey home was taken up with thoughts of her possible limitless power as was her time spent at home, and in school for the rest of the week. She decided that she would have to find someone to talk to, and could think of only one person locally who wouldn't think she was an absolute nutter and have her carted off to the local asylum.

She arrived at the church soaked to the skin, grateful to be out of the rain but remembering why she didn't go to church; the stained glass windows of all of Jesus' good deeds made her feel guilty and all of the crucifixes made her feel like she was being watched. Put simply; she was a bit scared.

"Can I help you, dear?" the vicar almost ran down the aisle, her cassock flailed wildly around her ankles as she dashed for the first person she'd seen in weeks who wasn't the postman.

"Erm, yeah, I just needed someone to talk to about something and you seemed the best person to consult."

"I'm honoured that you thought of me, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes please." the vicar scuttled away up the aisle almost as fast as she'd scuttled down while Bee tentatively took a seat. She looked around for any sign that the church still believed in the Devil. Admittedly they wouldn't exactly have his name up in lights outside, but maybe a picture of Jesus punching him would be nice assurance.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Beatrice, but I usually just get called Bee."

"OK, Bee it is. I'm Sarah, now what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Erm, well, do you still believe in Hell?"

"It isn't exactly our greatest advertising campaign so we tend not to, well, advertise it but yes, as a whole we still do."

"And what about the selling your soul to the Devil thing?" Sarah simply stared at Bee, a look of the deepest confusion across her face. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, it's just-" She stopped mid-sentence, took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes before returning to her confused stare. "Get out."

"What? You can't kick me out! You're not allowed."

"I'm allowed to kick you out. I don't even know how you got in here, you shouldn't be able to."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just leave!" Sarah screamed as she pushed Bee outside, leaving her sprawled on the path and very confused.

The End

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