A dark morning began and within my room an alarm rang out like a siren. I jolted myself awake from a somewhat pleasant dream and hurriedly smacked the off button with a scowl. It was past 5 a.m. and I groaned rolling my tired ass outta bed. Feet planted firmly onto the floor I stood and staggered out the door. Running water came to my ears and they twitched with excitement. I started to wake up now as I stripped outta my pajamas and stepped under the fiery waters that rained upon me. Soap lathered and cleaned my skin and shampoo bubbled in my hair, before I knew it I was finished and wrapping a towel around my body. As I exited the bathroom the smell of breakfast further hastened my speed. I got dressed in black school attire, brushed my pinkish red hair, and rushed downstairs to greet my parents.
My father was at the counter preparing breakfast. He was around 6’ and had a massive body of muscle. Nimble fingers and swift movements he chopped vegetables and tossed them in an omelet, folding it with skill. My mother however was smiling happily at me and kissed my forehead sweetly, leading me from staring at the omelet to a chair at the table.
“Are you ready for your first day dear?” she has a sing song voice about her, something that was a melody in others ears. But for me it was normal as I nodded politely.
“Yeah, but I’m still nervous about it. Not really wanting to go to a school like this one.” I bit my lip, it wasn’t that I hated the school but more so that they would hate me. After all I am a demon form further than the depths of hell itself.
Father placed my omelet in front of me and handed one to my mother too. “Being nervous is okay, that is normal around here. But you have to conquer that feeling and turn it into something you can use later on.” He chuckled at my baffled expression and stroked my hair. “You’ll see soon enough, for now lets eat.” He sat down and we began to eat.
Mother gave me my lunch as I prepared to leave. Father gave me encouraging words and set me off with a goodbye wave. I began walking down the sidewalk towards the school, but as I got closer and further into the growing crowd of students I could hear the whispers. What a F-R-EAK! Are those…horns? Maybe shes cosplaying. Weirdo girl! After a while I stopped walking and lowered my head, this was a bad mistake. I should have never agreed to this change in my life so blindly, but I was so angry at my real father that I thought living with my mother would be better. I looked up and notice people staring at me like some caged zoo animal. I didn’t know what to do so I put on a disgusted face and rushed inside to find the school office.
Chimes rang across the school and homeroom was about to begin. I missed three classes trying to get situated at the office and explain my horns, it was a disaster! Almost fizzled out I was guided by a quiet teacher to my homeroom, class 1-B. the moment she slid the classroom door open I could feel the silence and eyes ready to judge me before I even walked into the room.
“Oh! Hello Ms. Yota what brings you here?” There was a tall woman, in her late twenties, standing at the front of the room holding a study book. She smiled at the teacher then her eyes caught hold of me and she raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t notified that I was getting a new student.”
“You wasn’t supposed to, but Mr. Tagamato refused to accept the young lady into his class. I can assume you know why.” Her voice was serious in tone and she seemed very peeved about the other teacher’s refusal. But the young teacher smiled again and nodded towards me.
“He is a stickler about perfection in his class. But come on in, welcome to class.” Yota nudged me into the classroom and closed the door behind me. Knees clattering I walked to the front of the class as told by the teacher. I heard snickers and whispers and gossip, they all had some type of gossip as I was told to introduce myself.
“My name is Xzilia Fuwa, I come from a land deeper than hell itself.” And the class started laughing. It was a thunderous sound and I bit my lip as the teacher places her hand on my shoulder.
“Now class, if you further yourself in mindless laughter you can all study a five page essay about Macbeth written in Latin.”
And they all quieted immediately, only a few grumbles and whines as she introduced herself as Mrs. Hotara and instructed me to find an open seat. Second row from the back and right next to the window I sat quietly getting a nasty glare from some girl across the room. I raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off as someone passed me a classroom issued notebook from the front. With a quiet thanks from the boy in front of me I take it and purposefully ignore is charming smile. Cracking it open to the first page I begin to take notes for the rest of the class until lunch comes along. My desk is surrounded by a group of girls before I have a chance to stand up.
“Who do you think you are? You cant frolic into this school wearing cosplay and declaring your from ‘hell’.” It was the girl from before, she had the most annoying voice, uptight and snooty like some rich girl. I eyed her questionably as her girl posse snickers and backs her up. I sighed heavily, I was hoping to have a easy going and peaceful lunch but trouble is always around, I stand.
“If you could excuse me, I am going to eat. If you want to pick and bother me you will have to find a much better way of doing it.” I collected my things and shoved passed, lunch in the class would be impossible maybe out in the court would prove fruitful. I found an empty bench and sat down, unfolding my bento lunch in my lap. I began to eat and halfway through I hear footsteps from behind, have they returned? I glance backwards and notice its just two teachers walking by discussing school work. With a sigh I turn back around and jump, a boy stood right in front of me glaring down at me with cold eyes.
“Can I help you?” I questioned looking around, where did he come from? He only grumbled and sat himself next to me without a word. I was a bit surprised at this boy, looking over at his shrouded body and messy school uniform. My eye twitched at this, one because he was so informal with his uniform and two, why did her choose to sit here? I just turned back to my lunch and kept eating as I felt feeling daggers stab into my head.
When the chimes rang for the end of lunch I made my way to homeroom and slid the door open. A once loud chatting room went instantly silent as she felt daggers again. Ah so this is where the daggers came from, but they feel stronger. I rub my arm and make my way to my desk right as the teacher walked in. People hustled to their seats and seem to be better behaved for this teacher.
“Time for class! Sit quietly, take out your notes, and be prepared for attendance!!” the male teacher demanded order as he pulled out the roster and looked it over once. “A new student? Stand!” When he sees me his brow furrows in anger and those snooty girls snicker. Somebody’s in trouble. It was their word as the teacher stormed over to me. “Young lady! This is not an anime convention, take those ridiculous horns off this instant!”
“But sir, I cannot they are a part of me.” His face grows red and I am sent to the hall. “What a grumpy man. Being sent out here for no reason.” I cross my arms and drum my fingers soundlessly until I notice that same shrouded boy striding down the hall. He pauses in front of me and smirks before walking onward. What the hell was that about?! I scowl at him.