"demon"

part one.

I woke up like any other day this month

"Alice, wake up!"

My dad shouts, for the 3rd time today.I do feel bad, but I just can't drag myself out of bed the past few weeks,I'm not depressed or anything, I'm just getting used to th horrible sleep schedule I'm forced into because of school, I miss when I was homeschooled. When I could wake up at ten in the morning and not worry about even getting dressed.i definitely took it for granted now that I think about it.But I get why I can't do it anymore, why my dad can't do it anymore.It was usually my mum teaching, she was smart, really smart. Smarter than I could ever be.

"ALICE!!"

I huff and finally sit up. I glance at my horrible uniform, at least the red suits me.I basically melt of of my bed, slipping away from the comfort and warmth of my duvet and start getting dressed for school.

"Alice Quinn are you up?!"
"Yes dad!" I say,trying not to sound annoyed.why does he use my last name?

Once I'm dressed I glance in the mirror, the same mirror in wich 5,9 10 year old me stared at herself in as her mother braided her hair.I look away, this isn't the time to get sentimental.i run my hands through my hair and shove my pencil case into my bag. I open the door, immediately my younger brother comes to me.

"What?" He spits out bitterly.

I hold my hands up.

"Nothing!" I reply
He has gotten more mean since our mums passing.I don't blame him, sometimes I just want to slap him in the face as well.Plus he is 15,its expected that he turns into an ass for another 5 years.

I clear my throat and attempt to leave for school, I can bearly open the door when I hear a loving voice from behind me.

"Al, not saying goodbye to your dear dad?" He says sarcastically, but I can tell he means it a little.

I walk over to him, a small smile on my lips. I hug him.

"Bye dad."
"See you later princess."

And with that, I leave through the door.