Roger's pov

I hate my job. Really I do. I'd quit but Watari doesn't need to find a replacement right now since L is working on some case no one knows about yet. Near never shows a single emotion, BB is always finding new ways to make life hell,Matt is almost as bad as Near he never talks even when called on in class, Linda is annoying, and I'm going to stop now because Watari is calling.

"Roger, another one is coming today." He informs me as I mentally beg god to strike me with lightning.

"Anything I should know about this one?"

"She was found wondering the streets yesterday, she doesn't know who her parents are and the DNA test provided nothing, she has a code name: Mello, and she loves chocolate."
"Is that it?"

"Well...she also has a bit of a temper." Great. God must hate me. What did I do?

"When will she be here?"

"In a few minutes." Watari hung up. I hit my head against my desk a few time and Near opened the door.

"Roger. There is a new student in the grand hall. She is quiet scary." Near's words sent shivers down my spine. Near though he's only four isn't scared of anything. I stood up wanting to see what could scare Near.

One more corner.

My eyes widened when they rested on a girl with blond hair cut in a perfectly straight line, blue eyes cold as ice, and dressed in a complete leather outfit that looked painted on. She was around seven but looked fifteen though she was lacking breasts. Her ice blue eyes stared into mine and I felt like she could read my mind. I was scared shitless. She had a black duffel bag hung over her shoulder. I wanted her gone as fast as possible.

Matt's pov

I was sitting in the common room when I like everyone else heard a car pull up. I normally don't care but this time I found myself along with the others running to the grand hall. I didn't know why but when I saw the girl standing there looking like something from the other kids nightmares I knew I needed to know her. I don't know why but I think I need her. Does that sound weird? Wait...who am I talking to? Who cares if I'm going insane? I'll just stop now so I can go back to staring at the fallen angel that is standing five feet away. Am I weird for thinking she's hott? Again who am I talking to? Mello snickered. I wonder why. Now she's smirking. I think I may faint. God I'm fucked up. Oh no. BB is here. And it looks like he's after her too.

"Your room number is 222. Some one show her were it is." Roger muttered before running back to his office. BB took a step forward while the other kids walked/ran away. Mello turned to me. I saw BB's look of distaste.

"Would you show my to my room?" Mello asked me in a sweet voice.

"Um...sure." I nodded weakly. BB followed us up the stairs to the only room on the third floor. I guess Roger wanted to keep her away from the others.

"Mello is it?" BB asked when the three of us were in her room. Mello closed the door.

"Yes." She replied bluntly.

"Your real name is Michelle Keehl."
"And yours is Beyond Birthday. Correct?" BB looked startled.

"How did you-?"

"I wouldn't mess with me BB. I'll kill you if you do." I guess Mello forgot I was there or just didn't care.
"Your not...human...are you?" BB asked with this strange look in his eyes.

What the hell? Of course Mello is human. I mean what else would she be? A vampire? A ghost? A-

"Demon?" Mello turned to face me."Because I am." This girl is insane but something tells me that I'm crazier because I don't care. "I'm not insane and I'll prove it." Mello took out a pocket knife and took my arm. She's going to cut me. Why don't I try to stop her, or at least pull away? She sliced through the layers of skin like they were water. The blood ran down my arm and fell to the floor. Mello then licked the cut and then it was gone. Completely gone not even a scare to prove it had actually happened. I closed my eyes then opened them. The pain was gone.

"Well if your really a demon why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know. I already know you won't tell anybody."
"And how are you so sure?"

"I read your every thought, feeling, and memory." I nodded.. God what the hell is wrong with me? I should be running down the hallways screaming bloody murder. I'm only eight and I'm already someones bitch. Great. How I know that I'm now her bitch is I'm still here. I can already see myself doing anything she asks. But it should bother my right?