Blue flames shot up from the bodies. An evil laugh echoes through my mind even to this day. My legs were burned leaving scars. I sat in the corner crying while my parents slowly burn to death. The door burst open and a guy with a black coat shoots bullets into a flame making it slowly disappear. He walks over to me and hugs me. I lean into him trying not to soak his coat. He picks me up and carries out side where my grandparents rush over to me. I NEVER forgot the blue flame.
"Keiko the train will leave without you!" My grandma yells from the kitchen. As you can see my name is Keiko. That means blessed one in Japanese. I think it is a horrible name for me at least. I was six when my parents died in a fire. But it was not a normal fire the flames were blue. I learned that it was Satan's flame.
Every since I found that out I have always wanted to become an exorcist and I have tried so hard too. Some people say I am emo and crazy. Well actually everyone does and I not used to human interactions. Today is the day I go to exorcist school.
I climbed on to the train. I pulled out the brochure and the title read "True Cross Academy" I looked out the window at an island. "Wow!" I whisper to myself as the train screeches to a stop. The train bursts away when I hit ground.
I enter through a large door and my eyes widen with shock. The hallway was bigger than my house. I look down at which class I go to. When I get there I take a deep breath. The door squeaks as I push it open. Eyes stared at me making me look away.
"Ah you must be Keiko!" A man that looks my age says. "Uh yeah." I reply closing the door. I realize it was really warm in the room so I pull down hood letting my brown hair fall on my shoulder. I could sense more eyes looking at me. "Well Keiko you will sit in the back by your self is that okay?" he asks. "That's perfect!" I walk to the back of the room and sit down.
"Let's began reviewing. Can anyone tell me what a coal tar is?" he asks looking around. My hand shot up. "Keiko you want to try go ahead." He picks up a book. "Well a coal tar is the lowest level of demon. They gather around dark, gloomy, unclean people, places and things. They may be a low level demon when there are a lot of them it is a real problem." When I finish I get more shocked stares even from the teacher. I laughed "I didn't just show up here! I studied for years!"
After class the teacher walks up to my desk. "Before you saw anything look." I instructed pulling my pant leg up revealing my scars that Satan caused. He bends down and stares at my leg. He looks up at me and states "Satan's flame." I nodded I push my pant leg down again. I picked up my book bag and head out the door where I am bombed with questions. I was so overwhelmed that in one move I tripped ever one. I ran to dorm room.