Demon girl

Part 2 (the past) chapter 1

"Dear diary Hi I'm Emma, I am a 15-year-old, brown-haired girl, I live with a small family, just me, my mom and my sister Starene. She was nicknamed Star as everyone couldn't spell or pronounce Starene. She is 14 and she looks a lot like me, just a bit shorter. I'm the odd one out in the family seeing I have multicoloured eyes and a demon side to me. I wasn't always the odd one out though, my dad was also a demon but now there's just me as he died just a few years ago. I want to prove to everyone, as he wanted to himself, that not all demons are bad. He worked secretly as a priest and once they found out they fired him. They probably should have killed him but because he showed his worth he was only fired. Sadly it was that day when we lost him… But I will gladly prove my worth and show I can do it too. I will prove to the world that not all demons are bad!”

It’s the first day of school and I'm so excited! A chance to make new friends, maybe show off my art too! “Wake up Star!” I say jumping on her bed. 

“Why.” she moans back rolling over. 

“Because it’s the first day of a new year! Come on, you always want to make new friends!” I replied getting off her bed. 

She sits up and looks at the time “it’s six o'clock! Why did you wake me up!” she said looking at me. I knew she was serious but her angry expression mixed in with her tired looks made me laugh. 

“Ok, ok it’s quite early, but we could talk about things now, then eat, and...” she looks at me knowing I wanted to talk about something as my voice faded. 

“Ok fine,” she says rolling off her bed. I start to get everything ready for school so we weren't late if we ran out of time to talk.

We sat in silence on the floor waiting for someone to say something. As my smile fades Star begins to talk. “So, you're worried too?” she asks. I nod and look towards the open window. 

“Do you think that they will find out? I mean I think it's an amazing idea just to make some friends but...” Star begins to smile and hug me. 

“Do you really have to ask that every year? They won't know! I know of it!” she reassures me and holds my hands. She looks at me in the eyes and smiles. “No one will know about the demon. Sure it gets worse each year but maybe this is the year you control it!” she says standing up. 

“Ok then. Let's get ready for school!” I say smiling and walking towards the door.

As we head to school we pass by many gardens as we take the alleyways. As Star stops to sniff the 37th flower I turn around and look at her. “Come on! We are going to be late if you don't stop! Why are you always so slow?” I snap. Once I say it I stop and realize what I did. “I’m sorry Star. I didn't mean to snap at you.” I say looking away.

“Oh don't worry Emma I forgive you, besides I am getting a little carried away, totally not testing your patience today or anything,” she replied walking up to me snickering. “Well? let's go!” she said running towards the school. I stare at her walking off contemplating laughing or questioning her. I shrug it off and join her not wanting to dwell on it.

Once we got to school everyone looks at me weird because of my eyes, so I put my hair over my right eye hoping no one could see it, but the people that knew ended up telling others quite fast. Those people either made fun of me or liked it. I wish I wasn't different sometimes, but I guess that's just how I am. I still hated being uncontrollable, but one day I'll learn to control it just like Star said. Practice makes perfect, right? I just hope this year it will be easier.

Some of the people who thought my eyes were cool wanted to help me make some other friends once they realized how fun I am through the first class. There were four girls that stood out as they took an immediate liking to my eyes. Their names were Cierra, Maddie, Cassie, and Ava. in our group Ava was the best at social and seemed like the leader of the group, Cassie was the best at math and at jokes, Cierra was the best at science and helping us with our own problems, Maddie was the best at ELA and wording things so that we would understand, and I was the best at art despite that not being something helpful. Star was the most fluent in french other than that we all agreed we were all terrible at it. We liked that we were all good at different things, besides it made studying better too!

There were two boys that stuck out with the people who thought my eyes were cool. But they seemed fake. Their names were Devon and Jason. I didn't know how to react at first I so I waited and didn't make much contact with them. What if they knew about the demon, and if they didn't I would draw attention to myself. 

The rest of the day was a normal day except the bullies, but I didn't really care. They were always normal words like “special” or “different” they said it in a rude tone of voice so I knew they didn't like my eyes, didn't like me, or any other reason. They tried getting me into other classes thinking my eyes 'weren't healthy’ or ‘I can't see’ But the way they smiled I knew they just didn't want me in the class. Of course, no one does their research on the fact that having two different eyes doesn't mean you're a demon, it could just be genetic.

“They don't know how hard it is to be me! They don't know how hard it is to be nice when you can destroy someone with no hesitation.” Star wraps her arms around me softly. She flinches at the sudden outburst but knows to hold a lot in starts to hurt after a while. Especially when I force myself to stay in my human form. My friends came running over luckily no one heard what I said but they saw me crying and that's what got their attention. 

“Don't worry. She's okay… just a bit of pent up anger towards the bullying.” Star said patting my back softly letting me cry. 

Maddie smiles softly. “You sure you aren't the older sister?” she says in a soft kind voice showing no intention of sounding rude. 

I laugh softly at her and smile wiping the tears away. “S-sometimes I don't even know.” We all sit together for the rest of lunch talking about things to calm me down. I start smiling more, though most of it was fake. Once the bell rings we go back to work like nothing happened. It was the only thing I could do, I couldn't let it get to me.  

After school, Star and I started walking home when we noticed Devon and Jason walked the same way. I didn't want them to know where we lived so Star and I went through the back alleyway, climbed our fence, and went in from the back. “Hehe, you know what, it’s kinda fun feeling like we're being chased or followed!” Star said lighting the mood. I nod and hesitantly reach for the door. I wanted to tell her what I felt around those boys but didn't know how to explain it and at the same time I didn't want to make it seem like I'm paranoid, I know something isn't right. Besides, it's too early in the year for anyone to know where we live.

As she reaches for the door confused I began to talk “Wait. I need to talk to you Star.” I mumble. 

“What is it?” she asks sitting down on a nearby chair, I come and join her and began talking. 

“Do you think those boys were following us? I mean they were acting weird all day.” I ask. 

Star pauses for a moment and thinks. “Well I have to admit they were weird all day, but maybe they just live around here,” she says. 

“You're probably right. Come on let's go.” I totally came off as paranoid.

After all of the after school running around and after dinner, Star and I lay on our beds in silence. I couldn't stop thinking about them, about how they were so suspicious and at the same time not at all. I shook the feeling off, “maybe I am just paranoid” I mumbled to myself, But the thought of them knowing was always there. I just couldn't get rid of it. Looking down at my lap I hear Star’s voice call out. 

“Don't worry Emma I know how your feeling but just know that everything will be ok!” 

I look up at her confused. 

“How? How do you always know what I'm feeling?” She snickered softly, sat beside me, and pulled out a small book. 

“Because… you always feel like their going to find out. You always feel like someone is going to kill you just like how father died, even though he was killed in a car crash. You want to continue what he wanted to prove but protect the ones you love-” I shake my head clear of the fuzzy nonsense she was saying and snatch the book from her noticing it was one of my diary pages she was reading. 

“I may let you read but that doesn't mean that you can use my own words against me!” I say smiling and putting the book back. We both laugh softly and lay back down. We look up at our roof. 

“So? When are we getting those star stickers?” She asks distracting me.

I shrug and smile. “Eventually. Besides then I might go for night flies less and actually be in here more.”