There are many forms of transport in the world, such as cars, trains, bicycles, and, sometimes for active people, walking. But in Pamela's mind, absolutely none of them compared to the Jenny Morgan. The Jenny Morgan was a a fairly large helicopter, which would've looked intimidating threatening if it weren't for the bright shade of pink that Pamela and a team of the family servants had painted it years before, on her 14th birthday. Needless to say, it was the Jenny Morgan she had chosen to be the vehicle to take her to the school where she'd be sculpted into a full-fledged summoner.

The helicopter landed a little outside of the academy's campus, and Pamela waved goodbye to the pilot before hopping out. She continued waving, less at the pilot and more at the vehicle itself, as the pink helicopter flew away, becoming only a dot in the distance. She stood there for another moment, before spinning around and marching towards the school. She hadn't heard anything about school uniforms, so she had just worn tennis shoes, jeans, and a pink hoodie, complete with little cat ears as well as a tail falling just above her knees. The reason hoodie seemed like it wasn't meant for a 17-year-old was because it wasn't. She had recieved it when she was 12, but it had been big enough for her to grow into, and she had gotten far too attached to it to throw it away. 

It only took her about a minute to make her way onto the campus. As soon as she did, her eyes began to sparkle with excitement. The campus itself wasn't the biggest, most marvelous thing she'd seen in her life, hell, it wasn't even nearly as big as her parents' estate, but what it represented immediately made it Pamela's favorite place in the world. Starting today, it was her life. It was her future. 

Pamela followed the rest of the students into an open space, which she, after a few moments, realized was the center of some sort of arena, with older students up in the bleacher area, and an old man on a balcony. The old man talked, but Pamela was too excited to listen.  She only caught a few words, something about great things and terrible things, nothing too important. 

After that, she once again followed the crowd, and eventually ended up inside of a classroom. She took one of the seats in the second row, upon which two books lay. They looked very factual and...learny. Pamela doubted they had very many pictures. They probably didn't even have a good plot. She proceeded to watch the first student, who seemed to know what he was doing. He did the ritual, summoned his summon, and returned to his seat. It was skillful and professional, but it was also, in Pamela's eyes, a bit boring. The boy's summoning had seemed so detached and impersonal. 

The next boy was different, but probably just because she knew him. Vincent, the only friend she ever made back at home. It took all her willpower to not holler and wave and clap, but she did it, staying silent during his entire ritual.

The next one was nothing special, but the one following that one made up for it. the man seemed to do some sort of interpret chicken dance to summon his elemental, but Pamela didn't judge. In fact she danced along in her seat. Her dancing stopped when the light flashed and he passed out. Her spirits dropped when she saw him being carried away by paramedics. 

It's surprising, though, how fast spirits can be brought back up with the power of a funny name, which the next boy, in Pamela's opinion, definitely had. When he introduced himself, she gave a single, quiet giggle. "Heh...Asad Dumbass...Heh." She muttered. Pamela was not...the most mature of protagonists, but was that such a bad thing. The nervousness floated out of her, and after the Asad boy and the boy after him, she made her way to the front of the class, the black rubber ball she had chosen at the begining of the class in hand. She picked up the used chalk and made a large circle on the ground, which appeared to be the beginning of a summoning circle, until she drew two vertical lines above an upward curving line to make a smiley face. She then moved next to the smiley face and proceeded to draw an actual summon circle.  Once she was done with that, she took a deep breath and began. 

[color=ec008c]"Hiya everyone! I'm Pamela Poutch! It is my wish to become the all mighty ruler of the afterlife!"[/color] She said in a tone that was anything but threatening. [color=ec008c]"So, uh, let's get this show on the road!"[/color] she held the hand with the ball in it over the summon circle. [color=ec008c]I, Pamela Poutch, call upon the old contract doo-hickies of the past to summon ya, so please listen to me."[/color] Pamela then took a deep breath, and reached to the deepest part of her mind she could go, which wasn't too far below the surface, but she figured it was good enough. "I'm ready for ya...um...dark elemental, right? Because it's a black ball?" she then waited for a few moments, eyes still closed, focusing on the ball. After about a minute, she opened one eye and peered at the ball.  She then opened her other eye. [color=ec008c]"Huh...is this thing on?"[/color] she said, bouncing it on the circle. It hit the floor, rose into the air, and was caught by Pamela. She did it again. And then again. And then again. But on her fourth throw, when it hit the summoning circle, it disappeared. Pamela gave it a confused look. After about ten seconds, she spoke. [color=ec008c]Teacher? I think the summoning circle ate my ba-"[/color] she was suddenly cut off by two small hands coming out of the circle and grabbing the edge of it, a white parasol in one and a black ball in the other. The hands were attached to a girl, a discovery Pamela made when the hands pulled the body they belonged to out of the circle. The girl was young, no older than six or seven, and was absolutely adorable. Pamela wasn't sure the pale girl's exact height, but her head went up to about where Pamela's belly button was. 

The young summon held out the ball. [color=92278f]"Um...you dropped this..."[/color] she said, in a hushed, unsure voice. Pamela gave a small, gentle smile, and dropped to one knee. Originally, she was going to try to be professional about the binding, but there was no way she was going to be able to be businesslike when talking to a child. 

[color=ec008c]"Actually, that was on purpose. I was calling you here. You see, I want to become friends with you. But I don't want us to just be friends. I want us to be best friends forever. Is that okay with you?"[/color] Pamela's words were soft. The girl seemed to perk up upon hearing the offer. She nodded. 

[color=ec008c]"My name is Pamela Poutch. What's yours?"[/color] she asked. The girl hesitated before answering. [color=92278f]"Inno...my name is Inno..."[/color] Suddenly, dark, horrifying memories invaded Pamela's mind. She blinked a few times, before regaining her sight and seeing the smiling, bright face of Inno. [color=92278f]"You're life is amazing, Pamela Poutch."[/color] Pamela gave a small chuckle. [color=ec008c]"Look Inno, in a moment, you're going to have to go back to your world."[/color] the young summon shuddered, but Pamela continued. [color=ec008c]"But when that happens, our souls will be connected, so I'll be able to know when you're in trouble. But in order for that to happen, you're going to need to do what I say."[/color] Inno gave a small nod. [color=ec008c]"First, you're going to have to say 'I Inno'. On the count of three, we'll do it together. One, two, three."[/color]  Pamela said her own name with the summon. [color=ec008c]"Now, together, we must say 'As the ancient contract decrees, we are one, until the very end.' Ready? One, two three."[/color] They did so, and with a bright flash, the girl was gone, and Pamela was putting her weight on her knees, breathing heavily. Satisfied, she gave a thumbs up to the class and breathlessly stated, [color=ec008c]"Nailed it!"[/color] before taking her seat again.