Alia's POV

People can be such assholes. Such as my parents, f̸o̸r̸ e̸x̸a̸m̸p̸l̸e̸, like right at this frickin moment. They have always had such an issue with what I believe in, or rather, what I don't believe in. Look, you can think the world is flat for all I care, but don't come after me just for saying it's clearly round. We all have a right to speak our minds, and that doesn't include lashing out at your only daughter for not agreeing with your eccentric opinions.

I've never gotten along with my parents that well, especially my father, and the past twenty minutes were yet another reminder of that. I think this is the biggest (and stupidest) fight I had with them. Usually, it starts with arguing, shortly escalates to yelling, then I get fed up and slam my bedroom door behind me before defusing my anger in some fashion sketching. Oh, and my favorite part is when I come back downstairs five minutes later and my mom greets me with a sickeningly, sweet smile like nothing had ever happened. Don't you just love it when they do that??

Not this time. I've never been this mad in my entire life, like, I could sacrifice my parents to Satan on the spot and I wouldn't give a damn, which is saying something, because I'm a firm atheist. Which is also how I got into this crap of a mess.

My hands angrily smashed a sweater and some loose socks into an empty suitcase on my bed before I located a basket of fresh, unfolded laundry on the floor. I snatched it, and dumped all the contents in, as well, not bothering to check what I just packed. This was the last straw.

It was Sunday evening, and my jackass of a father decided to pick a petty quarrel with me about my 'lack of faith.' Okay, maybe I did have it coming after sleeping through half of today's mass, and I admit I am usually much better behaved in public, especially with my family's reputation—but it's not my fault I didn't sleep for forty eight hours.

I was working day and night in my spare time for an extra credit paper in English Literature (foreign languages can be very difficult), but did my father care? Nooooooooo. Excuses are no exception in this dumb household, and everything is expected of me. Of course, that does not include my little brother, Haru, because he is the favorite, and also the youngest.

And what do I get for pissing my parents off one time too many?

I am being shipped off to where they first met as teenagers: True Cross Academy.

The name itself makes my stomach churn, and I've never been open to the idea of a boarding school. As a girl from a wealthy family, my options for schooling have always been unlimited, but even though I'm at the top of my class, and could have more, I never wanted to leave my hometown before graduation. I'm not against traveling—just the opposite. But...moving?

And here's the real joke: I'm being signed up for the exorcism class at the cram school. As if something as ridiculous as that is going to get me to believe in fairytales. Even better, imagine all the weirdos there I'll be stuck with, unless they're being forced to go there like me. Yay.

It's going to be pretty easy mastering something that doesn't exist, and before I know it, I'll get the pain over with by acing everything in no time, as always! Then I can return home sooner to my friends. It'll be like ripping off a bandaid. The plan is fool proof.

While being lost in my thoughts of relentless rampage, I failed to hear the footsteps approach me from behind.

"Miss Tanaki—"

"Ah!!" I jumped at the voice. I wildly spun around as I clutched my chest. "Natasha!" I gasped. "Don't give me a scare like that!"

"My apologies. I did knock."

Right. I was so pissed I got into the zone again. That usually happens when I think way too much at once. I sighed, and laid a hand to my forehead. "Natasha, I told you to please just call me by my first name. At least, don't call me miss. It's too formal for my comfort," I politely requested. Natasha was my personal assistant. She always followed me everywhere, and it drove me crazy. I tried to ditch her once, but I felt pretty guilty, so I haven't done it since. She was about in her mid thirties, and she never lost her cool. No matter how upset my father was, Natasha remained calm and collected, although her facial expressions seemed to be pretty limited. That freaked me out sometimes.

"Your father requires that I call you by the proper title, Miss Tanaki."

"Well, I'm saying you don't have to. And he's not even around anyway," I reasoned.

After a brief moment of silence, she finally replied. "The Lexus will be waiting out front in about two hours...Alia. Your father wants you to be ready with your chosen belongings, by then." My jaw dropped. Who did that guy think he was? Was he literally kicking me out of the house, by tonight?! As if it wasn't bad enough I was getting sent to a new school on summer break. I'm mad enough as it is that I can't say goodbye to my friends in person.

My lips tightened into a fine line as my hands squeezed around a pink scarf I handmade. Suicide is never the answer, Alia, come on. Take a deep breath, and get a grip on yourself! "Fine, the sooner the better," I spat as I began to violently scrape my light brown hair into a sloppy ponytail. I don't want to spend another minute in this god forsaken mansion, anyway. As long as I don't have to share the same air with them, I'll be fine. After throwing a pair of sandals in, I slapped my suitcase shut. Whatever I forgot, I'll just either buy there or make it myself.

"Oh, and as part of your punishment, I am not to accompany you on your...hiatus."

Wait...did I hear personal space? Okay, maybe there is a teeny, tiny, bright side to everything. I knew if I wear to comment on that, it'd probably come out rude, so I changed the subject. "Have you seen Mimi?" I asked while I bent over to peer underneath my bed. "I need to put her in her cage before she sees me packing, or else it'll take forever to catch her. You know how much she hates car rides." Mimi was my precious kitty. She's an adorable brown tabby with a purple, leather collar.

"Ah, yes. You're not going to like this...but you're not allowed to take your cat with you either."

This next year was going to be my living hell.

*This story takes place after S1 E11*

Hey, guys, so I'm totally new to this app and I'm still trying to figure out the ropes (this is so different from Wattpad) and I hope to see how good of a writer I can become (and why the hell can't I figure how to indent? Ugh even I don't wanna read this crap the format makes me feel like high just from looking at it).

I promise the rest of the chapters won't be this short, but I don't want to bore you on the first part. Anyway the next chapter will be in Rin's POV so you won't have to wait long to hear from your sexy lil' demon x3

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