Book of the Demon {Harry Styles au}

|| Chapter 1

[Naomi brooke]

Its been one week since we moved here to Featherstone Chapel. It was a small quiet town in England that i never knew it existed, even this being my first time in England. It was a small unknown town that didn't have much too it, besides the huge endless forest. We had recently moved over here from America due to my parents job. They are both writers and we tend to travel and move a lot. They say we need to move around often because they believe it will improve their writing by being in different places. They have also told me many more reasons why we must have to move so often but i dont really care. i just hope this is the last time that i ever have to move with them. I'm 17 and in my last year of school so when im finally done with that, i can go to college and actaully stay settled for a time in my life. Not that i didn't like moving around and seeing new places, i loved it honestly, but I've always wanted to have a normal life and stayed settled in a town for once in my life.

We brought a house in a small neighborhood close to town and my school. But it was also close to a forest. I've always been a curious person, I wanted to go into the depths of the dark woods ever since we moved here. Our neighborhood is close by but at the same time so far. Although my wonderlust desire to go and discover what lays beyond the depths I knew my mother and father would never even allow it to happen. It was just another high hope that was turned into a disappointment.

I walked along the sidewalk with my head hung low and my hands holding the straps of my backpack that was resting on my back. The cold breeze blowing ever so rifle ever now and again against my body as I walk in a new school. Even thing I find myself in this situation, very often I never got used to the feeling of being the 'new girl'. The closer I walked towards the school, the more anxious I got. I was already given my timetable for my classes and I already knew where all my classes were, that's to the guide I had gotten last week. It was a small school anyway so I didn't have to worry about getting lost like I did back in Freshman year when we lived in Australia. I think that was my favorite year in school too. I had never seen a school so big, but that year I met two amazing friends I'll never forget. Luke and Calum. They were both little weirdos but I loved them both. I just hope that this year I can make friends easily, but we all know when ever there's a new kid, everybody flips. They act like its a new species they've never seen before so it's not hard richer some attention. And being in a small town, word travels around fast.

Before I know it, I'm standing directly in front of the Featherstone Chapel High School doors. I open the doors to be met by a crowded hallway of teenage students I would later learn to know. This being a small school in a small town, I'm sure that everybody pretty much knows everybody. I walk through the crowded hallways trying to make my ways to my first Period of the day, French. This would be my 3rd year taking French. I wasn't bad at speaking the language but I wasn't that good either, but hey it's a college credit. I look around trying to find room 58, I turned down a familiar hallways that I walked last week and made my way into the class without to much of a hassle. I and a seat next o a red head girl with big blue eyes. She sends me a smile which I politely returned. I'm glad I wasn't the first person in the class, let's face it- it isn't that always awkward. But I'm happy that I wasn't the last either. I remembered when I was in year 8 when we lived in New York, I was nearly late to every class, everyday. I chuckled at the thought. I would get so many tardy slips that would give me detention every time I was late more that twice a week. But either way, I was still late.

"What are you laughing at?" The red head girl next to me giggles in a questioning tone. Her small face holds a curious tone.

"Oh, just some memory of when I was back in middle school." I say, still slightly laughing about it.

"Oh, your American?! How nice, what are you doing here?" She asked me as the class begins to fill up with more students but still not many. She genuinely sounded curious of why I moved here, i didn't mind though. People just normally don't care, but I need some type of friend what was at least some what interested about me in my social life.