The Demon I Prefer

The Demon I Prefer

.Chapter 1 My Hero Is A What?! .

There’s a time and place for everything in our world, even if it’s something that shouldn’t be real that should be a myth.

But can love really take its advantages even if your both so different? maybe even from different worlds?

Or is there a different reason that my world seems so dull and gray, and he seems so far away.

These thoughts have been going threw my mind everyday for about a month now but i dont know why or how they got there.

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I woke up to the sound of my mom yelling my full name witch I hated “SNOW ANNA CROSS GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW ITS TIME FOR SCHOOL!!!”

I made a groan and dragged myself to my bathroom, brushed me teeth and hair then grabbed my uniform with my bag and walked out.

My mother was waiting for me with some breakfast; well actually it was just some toast and milk in a jug.

“Thanks mom, see you after school!” then I ran outside with the toast in my mouth in mid bite, and the jug in my free hand.

When I finally got to school …. I was late an hour late to be in fact. I took a deep breath and walked into class my teacher Mr.Cald looked at me and said “late again?” I nodded my head and the teacher sighed

“That’s the forth time this week your going to have to stay with me after school till at least 5 to catch up on what you missed Ms.Cross” I groaned and walked to my seat.

I saw my best friend Kyle he was sitting next to the most rude and snobby girl named Areca Scanner’s she was pretty much the one who toyed with boys hearts and hated me.

I sat down and wrote all the notes down until the next class began. Kyle and I walked together. I wasn’t really paying much notice to the lesson since I was home schooled so I learned all of this.

Kyle come up to me and asked if I could help him after school today I replied “I can’t I have detention remember?” he then saw Areca and left me there alone.

After school I stayed and did the work it took me some time so when I was done I called my mom to tell her I be coming home now she said she was going to be late again tonight.

I sighed in irritation and started walking home. Once I was mid way there I felt like I was being watched, I took a fast look around and saw no one.

Hmm I guess it was my mind playing tricks on me. I started walking but then that feeling came back but it was stronger ‘ok I’m sure I’m being followed or watched now’ I thought

After I turned the block I bumped into someone. He looked like he had been out waiting for someone.