My Little Devil

The new girl

¤CHAPTER ONE¤

I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the sound of my alarm going off at my table side.

I yawn and swing my legs over the side of my bed,"I'll never get used to this", I mumbled to my self.

Today's my first day of school at Jefferson High.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous this is my first time going to a public school with boys and girls in the mix.

I used to go to a private school uniforms and all with girls only, so this was a new experience for me.

I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom after taking a good 15 minutes of washing myself I quickly dressed in tight fitting black jeans a white crop top that wasn't too short and a simple grey hoodie with all black sneakers.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time to see if whether or not I looked okay. The first thing that caught my eye were my tired black and green eyes.

Now when I say black and green, I literally mean black and green. I have one eye which is so dark it almost looks black and another one that's exotic green.

Whenever I look at my reflection it gives me an eerie feeling. As if someone else other than myself is looking back at me.

I carefully lift my hand up and cover up my dark eye. I've gotten used to it but at times it still makes me feel a certain way. Whether that's good or bad, I don't know.

My long wavy black hair cascaded down my back only to stop at my waist. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, I tended to stand around for a while and just silently stare at myself. Looking at every small crevice on my tanned skin and the red birth mark that resides just below my collar bone. Its shaped into a jagged line, it looked scar like.

I've always felt self-conscious about my eyes because when I'm having a conversation with someone they look me in the eyes which isn't what bothers me, but how long they seem spaced out or just plain staring at me. I've learned to just deal with it now.

I rush down the stairs to see my little brother in the kitchen and my dad sitting at the dining table.

" Good morning dad" I greet as I gave him a hug around the shoulders.

He chuckled, "Good morning Nora", he said giving me a hug back. My dad and I have always had a close relationship but he's sort of drifted away from my brother and I after our mom's untimely death. He has blonde hair with a few gray streaks showing through and a full beard that went well with his fair skin. He would always brag to us about how he was and still is a "chick magnet".

"Hey! What am I chopped liver? How come dad gets a hug and I'm left here hanging?"

I turned around to see Dimitri, my little brother with his dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes spreading jam on his toast with a frown etched on his face. I quietly laugh walked up to him and hit him upside his head, jokingly of course.

Him and dad looked so much alike when dad was his age.

"That's the only greeting you're getting," I laughed harder at his face, he looked taken aback.

"Oh,ok I see how it is. I guess you can also walk yourself to school considering you seem to be extra energetic," he said heading towards the door and taking his breakfast with him.

This killed my laughter immediately. The thought of enduring the 20 minute walk had me ready to sprint after and beg him for forgiveness.

"WHAT? C'mon Demi don't be like this", I called after him but he kept walking faster towards the door.