The Demon Child

Journal 4/14/09

Why do I always feel like I'm being watched? I just moved into a house in California. My mom just died a month ago and since her salary was more than my dad we had to move because we couldn't maintain the house. I was able to get a scholarship to one of the top high schools because of my good grades. Which was great but the house we bought looks like a haunted house. The first look on that house would've scared ghost, which looked pretty awsome! :)

I'm thinking it's my mom who's watching, she is problably my guardian angel. Yet sometimes when I am alone in the house there is always this feeling of mischevious. I have encountered many paranormal stuff around the house. At first I started hearing children laughter which is wierd because my mom is an adult. I then start seeing kids toys (like teddy bears, dolls, and wooden trains) in the hallway but when I blink they were gone. It starts creeping me out but I calm myself by thinking it's my mom remembering all the times we played when I was a child.

The first day of school was just as I expected it would've been. I would be a loner and teachers would call on me to participate since I'm the new girl. The wierd part of this school wasn't the teachers but the looks of this school. It look like a school that would be in a movie. The lawn was perfectly mowned, the hallways were clean, restrooms smell nice (I know it sounds wierd). The most wierdest part was that the girls had makeup and dresses of diffrent spring colors. The boys all seem to be good looking with no pimple or pore in sight. This school was just so creepy. I couldn't even distiguish who were the nerds, drama people, geeks, popular people, or the wierd people because they all dressed the same. I got to my first period and everyone looked at me as if I was garbage. Well I guess I did look like garbage since I was wearing ripped black jeans, my favourite rock band shirt, combat boots, neck chocker, and just black eye liner. But I haven't taken much of what I wear since my mom has died. I hated myself for standing out. When I went to take a seat a girl even came up to me and asked if I wanted blush. I was offended because what' wrong with my face?!