Demons

Chapter 1

**Rosie's POV**

I groaned as my alarm started to go off. I hit the snooze bottom like I always do. I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it, and what do you want?" I mumbled.

"It's your roommate, who do you think it was? Now come on and get up we're going to London, remember?" My roommate yelled.

As soon as she reminded me that we were going to London I quickly got out of bed. It had always been a dream of mine to go London. Both my roommate Kylie, and I both loved the idea of going London so we decided this year we would go. I threw on the most conferrable cloths I had because, it was a 13 hour flight to get over there. I heard another knock on my door.

"What now?!" I yelled, as I checked my suitcase to make sure I had everything.

"Just wanted to see if you were awake," Kylie said

"Yeah I'm awake," I said, as opened my door.

Kylie was standing there in jeans and a nice top.

"Why do you aways get dressed up for everything?" I asked.

"Because, what if we meet a celebrity, I don't wanna look like a total slob like you," she said.

"Do you wanna be in pain the whole flight to London?" I said, balling my fist up.

"Stop it, you have to control your short temper in London," Kylie said as she lowered my fist.

"I don't have short temper."

"Yes you do, now get ready!" Kylie exclaimed.

I brushed my hair so it looked half way decent. I ran down stairs to the kitchen, Kylie was standing at the counter looking at her phone.

"Are you telling your followers your going to London?" I asked.

"Yep, shouldn't you do the same?" Kylie pointed toward my phone which was in my hand.

"Yeah I'll do it at the airport," I said as I reached into the cabinet for the lucky charms.

"Do you have everything?" Kylie asked.

"Yeah," I said

"Hey your hair is half way decent!" Kylie exclaimed

"Yeah, I don't look like a total slob."

"Whelp, the flight is I'm two hours we better get going," Kylie said, running up stairs.

I ate my cereal in peace, whilst Kylie took a shower. Kylie was like a child, she was the same age as me but she was much shorter than me and she acted like she was a 12 year old. Sometimes I wonder what to do with her. Luckily her fandoms keep her content. She loves her self, where as I hate myself. I hate myself because I do have a short temper and I'm really up tight. I'm also really ugly I have glasses and acne scars. So I'm just depressed and Kylie a little joyful sprit that keeps me from hurting myself. I hear a suitcase flopping down the stairs.

"OK, I have my suitcase, where's yours?" Kylie asked.

"I'll go it," I grunted.

"What's wrong?" Kylie asked as she grabbed the lucky charms.

"You know I'm not a morning person," I mumbled

"Yeah," she said quietly

I ran upstairs and grabbed my suitcase and anything else i needed. I quickly ran my suitcase down stairs and into the living room.

"OK, let's go," I said, cheerfully.

We went outside, to be greeted by the cold morning dew on the ground, and slightly warm summer breeze. We lived in Michigan so the air was still a little cold. I grabbed my keys from my pocket and popped the trunk. I threw Kylie and I's suitcases in there and got into the driver seat of the car, shoved the key into the ignition, and drove to the airport ready for the adventure that was about to begin.