The Devil and Me

1

Emma Kennedy's life was normal. Well, normal in the respect that she wasn't running off to fight beside angels and demons, but not as normal as others. Having a mayor for a father really skewed the world around you a little. A lot, in fact. There were the dinner parties, and dances, and openings of different stores. There were all sorts of exhausting activities, which she absolutely hated, mostly because they all involved people and, even worse, socialising and pretending to be the perfect girl that she wasn't.

It was a normal day for her, too. The first day back at school, and the start of her GCSE coursework. Year ten was meant to be one of the better years, so hopefully she would enjoy it more than the rest. Then again, the rest was a pretty low bar to set, so she was sure that it was beatable. If she could stay in for longer than four months, it would be great, as well as not having any isolations for things that she didn't do, but of course, the headmaster's daughter was always innocent. She just had to be, even if the cameras caught her beating up a kid and then throwing Emma onto him. God, that wasn't fun to explain to her parents, or the rest of the school.

Sighing slightly, she adjusted her shoulder bag, the black vinyl shining slightly in the sunlight. It was a plain bag, more or less. It had the House Stark sigil from Game of Thrones on it, and in red text it simply said, 'the north remembers'. It was safe to say that Emma was a bit of a nerd. More than a bit, actually. She loved science, especially physics, and English. Maths not so much, but she absolutely loved computer science - it was more advanced than IT, which really wasn't hard considering the last three years consisted of how to use word processors and Google.

She brushed a bit of long, deep brown hair behind her ear, hoping that the dye had completely washed out. She had put some purple in it over the summer, and while it seemed to be completely gone, the head of school had sharp eyes when it came to hair, and even worse with piercings, which was why she had clear, plastic studs in her ears, aside from the allowed first lobes. As a girl with many piercings, especially on her ears, it was hard to make sure that they didn't close up.

Biting her lip slightly, she walked inside the modern building, hoping that she could find someone she knew. More often than not she was the first person there in her friend group and ended up looking like a bit of a loner, especially when the form teacher talked to her, though it seemed that she wouldn't be having that problem as she stepped inside the assigned room for her class.

Her big, exhausted-looking grey eyes scanned the room, itching slightly from the dust that had somehow managed to find itself in there. The teacher must have some really old books lying around, but that was expected from an English teacher. She could've sworn that the last one she'd had had owned an archaic copy of Romeo and Juliet that probably belonged in a museum.

As she moved across the room, her tongue flicked out to play with her lip ring, but a moment later she remembered that she had taken it out earlier that morning. Her facial jewellery was all in her bag, sealed away tightly in a small Tupperware box, sat right underneath her pencil case, or at least it was there when she last had a look. It probably got moved when she looked around for her student ID.

Those tired eyes of hers glanced around the classroom again, this time noticing what was on the walls. There were various posters from Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, and even some manga issues of Attack on Titan on one of the shelves. In fact, she was sure that there was some anime DVDs there too, including the box set of Ouran High School Host Club.

She liked this new teacher already.

A moment later, said teacher came out of the store room, looked at Emma in surprise, and then smiled broadly.

Emma wasn't sure what to do.

"I didn't hear you come in! You haven't been in here long, have you?" the teacher asked, putting down one of the boxes on the desk at the front. It appeared that the year nines would be studying Hamlet first. Lucky them.