I can barely look at her... Who does she think she is? Making me move away from the town I

have lived in my ENTIRE life. She has no right. I mean, ya, she is my mom and I may just be a

rebellious 15 year old, but still, it isn't fair. Just because my dad died in a car accident about a

month ago, and my little brother was put into the hospital, doesn't give her the right to move me

away from my whole life... I swear sometimes- my thought was cut off by my mother yelling

from outside my open door, "Syvren! Are you done packing yet?" My voice comes out as a

growl, "Almost!" I was finished packing, but I knew that if I told her I was done then I wouldn't

have any time to say Goodbye to this old house. My name is Syvren, named after the deadly

winged sea serpent, a cousin to the Leviathin. My mother is a demon, a bird-like demon to be

exact, and my father is-was, a sea demon, I am a rare turnout. Only around 100 Sea demons like

me have been born. I am a powerful demon, but I stay invisible, I am shy, and I prefer to keep

my distance from

people, so I stare them down with my deep green eyes. People are afraid of me at my school, it is

an all demon school, so I wasn't picked on, and I stopped most of the bullying by glaring.

Sometimes a brave soul would stand up to me and try to pick a fight; I took them all down easily

, with one swipe of a hand. And the ones who got saved would look at me, scared they would be

next. I sent them on their way with a small smile, then I would run away and melt back into the

shadows. I would miss my standing, but it might get better, I was transferring to a school that

Accepted humans and hanyos (Half-demons). All i can really hope for is that they will leave me

to my business and there wouldn't be any stupid boys that would try to hit on me. I had made it

clear to my current, (or would it be old now? Oh, whatever-) my school that I wasn't interested in

that sort of stuff by cruelly snapping at the 5th boy to try, I broke his jaw.

My long black hair hung loosely over my back, my choppy bangs covered my eyes.

None of the things that I did ever made sense to me, it's strange to second guess my memories,

but it feels wrong. My thoughts drift away. Sighing I grab my bags and throw them down the stairs.

I look into my empty room, old memories filing my head as i take one last look at my now bare

walls, and floor. The only thing left in my room was my sketch pads and my favourite drawing

pencil. I lift them carefully as if they would turn to dust at any second, and walk quietly down

the stairs. Feeling the railings that i had slid down year after year, the carpet that had indents

where my favourite spot to draw had been. The stain on the carpet where I had spilt my cup of

grape juice. A crystal tear slid down my pale cheek. All i can think about is the key word in those

thoughts was 'Had'.

Another tear fell to the floor, silently gliding through the air and landing on the concrete. I was

now on the porch, getting closer and closer to the thing that would take me away from my past.

The truck looked menacing from where i was standing. I didn't want to get any closer. But i had

too, no matter what i wanted, it always came down to what i had to do. I hesitated placing my

bags in the truck, hoping that my mom would run outside and say i didn't have to go, that it was

my choice, but no matter how hard I pray, or how many wishes i make, i have to get in this truck

, and drive off to somewhere in Tokyo, Japan. Another tear slides down my cheek, off my chin,

and onto the hard pavement of my driveway. The very same driveway that i learned how to ride

a bike on, the driveway where I fell off my skateboard and got the scar that is still clearly visible

on my leg. Another tear hit the ground.

I picked up my mother's footsteps before the movers did, I quickly wipe my eyes,

not wanting her to see me cry. My face once again shows no emotion as she approaches, about to

say something to me, but I walked over to one of the bulky men who was having trouble with the

couch and looked at him, I could tell it unnerved him by the way he was fidgeting, sighing I

walked away just as he turned to give me a hard glare.

His gaze softened as he turned back to his work. My mother prodded me in the ribs when they

were done packing. When i didn't move towards the truck like she wanted, my mom shoved me

into the open truck door. I snarled and sat up straight, smoothing out my black skinny jeans and

my T-shirt, not bothering with my hair until my mom rolled up the windows, stopping the wind

from blowing the long strands into tangles. The car ride lasted 4 hours at the very least, and we

arrived at the airport around 8pm. Looking at my mother's face made me realize that she wanted

to shift into a bird and fly the distance herself, alas she couldn't if i was with her. Because

whenever she asked me to let my wings out of my back, i would give her a withering look. She

never taught me how to fly, the first time she took me out to fly, she expected me to know how

to ride every current, every gust of air. I didn't, I'll just have to teach myself. Half an hour later

we were on the plane, and it was ready to take off. I peered out the small window, looking at the

ground as the plane rushes by, engines roaring in my ear, I try to fight back the urge to jump out

of the plane and just run back to my house.

Even if I did just that, I knew my mother would find me and bring me to Tokyo herself. I had no

more tears to shed as the plane left the ground. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see where i was

being taken.