"Uggh, fuck Maths Core up the ass with a rusty bayonet." A young woman groans out as she throws up her hands in frustration.

Her curly brown hair is barely contained by a pink bandana with yellow sunflowers and her dark purple glasses are slowly sliding down her extremely pale face. She is wearing a grey sweater with two swans on it over a white button down shirt, light blue jeans with 'tribal' markings down the sides and bright orange and dark blue running shoes. Owl earrings hang from her earlobes. This is Chavonne. She is horribly fashion and socially challenged.

"Ha! And you mocked me for switching to Maths Lit!" A young male, just about her age, says with a mocking grin as he works on his own set of Maths problems.

His straight dirty blonde hair is perfectly styled and looks like it was sculpted by an expert hand. His 'Metallica' t-shirt stands out proudly over his dark grey undershirt and his dark jeans almost melt into his black combat boots. The only bits of colour on him, other than his eyes, which are a startling shade of light blue, and his hair are his gold skull and crossbones medallion and his 'Lord of The Rings' ring. This is Josh. He is an asshole, plain and simple.

"Fuck you, Josh." Chavonne spits out as she debates shoving a pen up his ass.

"No thanks, I don't swing that way." Josh says further infuriating Chavonne to the point of throwing a pencil at him.

"Guys, maybe we should be quiet. Candice is right next door." A petite woman, barely a year older than the two, pipes up softly as she works on a history essay.

The woman has skin the colour of caramel sweets and hair the colour of a raven's feathers. Her cocoa brown eyes almost seem too big for her face, further emphasizing her delicate appearance. She is wearing a dark purple peacoat with matching boots, fitted dark blue jeans and small, gold hoop earrings. This is Reese. She is the rational one of the group and the closest to actually being considered normal.

"Shit, I didn't think of that. Thanks Reese." Chavonne says as she scrambles to get back to work.

Silence falls over the trio, well, silence except for Josh and Chavonne's groans when they come to each problem.

"Eh, you three will do." A gravelly voice says and the trio snap to attention to look at the speaker.

A seven foot tall demon stands in front of them. Reese immediately starts praying for her immortal soul while Chavonne and Josh both blink rapidly, trying to figure out what their younger siblings slipped them. The demon just regards them with a bored aloofness. Chavonne is first to snap out of her stupor.

"Look, Azazel, buddy, I don't know what you've been smoking down there but there's no way we are going with ya." Chavonne says standing up from her seat and sending a glare towards Josh, thinking he sold their souls for Marilyn Manson tickets or something.

"I don't recall ever saying you had a choice." The demon says as black holes open up underneath the trio.

"Ah shit." Chavonne says as she falls through her hole, the others quickly following, leaving the room they were just occupying empty.

"Teenagers. At least Bushy Brows got his wish. No way in Hell they are gonna recover after this." The demon says before disappearing into thin air.