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.