In the normie school, I felt so out of place, felt I didn't belong. I was a freak. I had multiple
colored hair, naturally by birth. Then I found a friend; Jackson Jekyll. He was
nice, smart, quiet... Everything right! But he left. we were in 7th Grade. He
disappeared, said he would come back. I then developed a problem. I started
cutting. It hasn't stopped. My mother was a werecat, yes, my mother, one of the
most popular Hollywood directors, is a werecat. Go figure. Now I'm going to a
new school. Monster High. I'm probobly a freak, an emo half werecat. I start
today. No more cutting. For now. I put on a Smosh sweater to hide my scars and
some eyeliner on my eyes. Skinny jeans and converse's New York subway map high
tops. "DEMONA! LET'S GO!" Valrie, my mother said. She drove me to school. I
stepped through the door. "Hey babe like tunes?" some Hot Head said. "Who. And.
What. Are. You?" I asked very viciously."
I'm Holt Hyde. I love music." Holt said.
My reaction, "... Ew." Then: "You wanna meet my
brother?" he asked.
"Is he as annoying as you?" I needed to know.
"Well if you think boring is annoying, then yes.
"Okay I'll meet him "Show 'em" He walked away and someone
walked up to me, a face to familiar. Jackson.
"Hi, I'm Jackson . Holt said you wanted to-" Then he looked
at me. "Demona? I missed you!"
'I missed you too' I thought. "Implied, Jackson ." He picked
me up and led me torwards a quiet room. "How've ya been Dems?" he asked.
"Save the crap. Why the hell you didn't tell me you had a
brother?" When you befriend a girl with no other friends, this stuff is major
importante!
"I didn't think it was that important. Plus, I just met him...
Actually..." 'What. The. Hell. He JUST met his brother?' I thought. "We're
the same person Dems... When I get close to music I transform."
" What? The? Fuck?" I never liked cursing infront of him but
it was called for.
"Dems. Why are you here?" I think its pretty
simple.
"I'm a monster. Duh." Puh-lease. It's easy.
"Like what kind of monster?"
"Half werecat. Mom is a werecat. My old dead beat is a
normie."
"Oh..." I straight out hugged him. My only
friend.
"Take off your sweater. It's burning here."
"No." I can't let him see.
"Yes. Now Dems." Hes getting demanding. Bad.
"No. I. Am. Fine." I seriously can't he'll tell my mother.
"Demona Carina Valentine. If you don't take off your damn
sweater I will shove it off you." He sounds demanding and wrong.
"No." I've changed. But I'm still stubborn.
"Why the hell are you always stubborn?"
"Because." But it was too late after revealing my Shananay
shirt inside he ripped off the jacket and veiwed the scars. He gasped.
He wanted answers. I know.
"Wha-What happened to you Dems?" he stuttered while staring at
the marks in awe.
My response: "I missed you." When he left 3 years ago. I was
devastated and this started.
Jackson just stood there. I felt like a freak again. Like he
wouldn't talk to me because I'm emo. I ran. He chased after me. I ran to the
ghouls bathroom into a stall I knew Jackson was outside. I could hear him. He
would wait. I ran into my cousin Clawdeen, the werewolf. Hey whats wrong ghoulfriend?" I told Clawdeen everything. She
got her friend Frankie to talk to Jackson. I got my sweater back. I just
attended class and made attempt to stay out of Jackson's way. But hes in most of
my classes. I just remained silent. Behind the scenes.
