1 How To Be Summoned

My name is Wesley Melvin and I am kind of a weird guy. I've always stuck out like a sour thumb because of the way I look. My body type is normal enough I am short and scrawny. But where my looks go down the drain is my face. I have a creepy smile and eyes that look like a dead fish my black hair that semi covers my eyes makes me look like a total creep. And nobody can get past my looks. But I don't really care I like being alone in the first place.

"Wesley!" My teacher shouts at me.

"Have you even been paying attention? You were staring off into the distance!"

"Wha...Yeah of course I was paying attention."

I look for a split second at the board. We were learning American history. "I never pay attention during this class. Not because I don't care about American history but because our teacher is heavily slanted to the liberal side of history I prefer everything unbiased and objective..." I think to myself

But as I look around the classroom I notice that everyone is staring at me like I've grown a third eye....Crap I did it again didn't I? I accidentally said everything out loud...shit

"W-well Wesley you certainly are opinionated but I ask that you pay attention in my class or there will be problems..." she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

*Briiiiing!* the bell that marks the end of the day rings. *Phew* saved by the bell!. I think as I start to gather my bag. "Eww Wesley no way!" I hear from a group of girls one of them is blushing for some reason but I don't know why...ehh it's bout time to go home but as I think that I see all of my classmates collapse around me... "Wh-What the hell is going on he-" before I can finish I feel a horrible pain in my chest and collapse to the floor as my vision disappears into bright white.

I awake in a pure white room with all of my classmates standing looking confused...what the hell is happening?!