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Chapter one

I woke up to the smell of waffles and bacon, trying to remeber what day it was.

"Jade! Wake up! It's Monday, you'll be late!"

Oh. School. I stumbled out of bed, and started the normal hygiene routine, spitting out tooth paste and trying to brush out the rats best I call my hair. Once done I smile for a second at the completely pink side of my head and the jet black hair on the other side. I slipped on a "Garret, Demon Slayer" shirt and put on my purple skinny jeans, and my canvas shoes. I ran downstairs grabbing my Demon Slayer backpack and a piece of bacon and sprinted to the bus. I groaned, a sat all the way in the back, all the way across the seat, not that anyone was gonna sit there anyways. No one really talked to me off the internet. Which is fine with me. I hate everyone here. None of them have the proper appreciation of anime, Garret, or punk music, so I ignore them. Eventually they stopped trying. I pulled my phone back out and continued my fanfic.

"What're you reading?" Yay. Stephanie's here. (She hates me as much as I hate her.)

"Texts from your boyfriend. He is REALLY funny. And hot too." I wink at her and laugh at my screen. She stutters for a minute, then huffs and turns around in her seat, just like always. I swear she is just a waste of oxygen. (Not that her brain gets much anyways.) That little outburst made the whole bumpy ride the rest of the way much more endurable.

Now I don't mean to seem to be so uh, unlikable. I'm actually quite nice. I've just lost all patience with these people. I should explain. I like things that aren't exactly well liked upon the female side if the species, and if I talk about it to the male side, they waste their oxygen on things like 'fake geek girl' and other stuff that is just stupid. So unless they're on the internet or in "Garret, Demon Slayer" I don't actually care. At all.

Suddenly, the bus comes to a halt, and I push myself out of the yellow death trap, into another mind numbing day at school.

I shrug into the empty house, everyone at either work or daycare. So I march myself up into my room for another night spent at my laptop. I grab my phone, plug it into its dock, and play the loudest music I have, which is Our Toxic Love, and began writing.

"Garret sighed, looking at the crumpled body of his beloved, as she lay in her own blood.

'I loved her. And you took her from me.' He grits he teeth, palming his golden blade. 'That would make any man dangerous. Just imagine what it's done to me.' He launches himself at the demon, fire in his eyes."

That didn't seem right. I tap my fingers against my face, feeling the stuffy air of my room in my lungs. I sighed, looking over my incredibly messy room of purple and band posters. I walked to my window and opened it, feeling the air immediately smooth out as the crisp outside air mixed with my thick air. I sit back down, stretching my fingers.

"..."

Writers block. Again. I was really getting tired if this. I promised the people another chapter, and I was barely through the first paragraph. I slammed my face against the keyboard in distress.

Then I felt something buzz past my ear, and hitting my wall with a hard thud. I whirl around, nearly falling out of my chair. I rush over to where the sound came from, thinking it was probably a bird.

Laying in the floor, was the slightly crumpled body of a tiny person, just about the size of my hand. Bent wings, like those of a dragon fly, protruded out of his back, the shimmery color of blue. I picked him up, examining him as I walked over to my bed. His long green hair fell over his eyes, freckles dusting over his nose. I watched his still body, afraid that it may be dead, but his chest showed signs of breathing so I relaxed. He began moving in my hands, his hair moved to show fluttering green eyes.

"Wh-where am I?" He asked, stifling back a yawn. Suddenly, his eyes widened with remembrance. "Who are you? Am I still being followed? What's going on?"

"Slow down! Just calm down. I think you're hurt, so just rest, okay?" I said, trying my best to talk in a soothing tone. I laid him on my pillow, and got one of my parents shot glasses, filled with water. "Drink this." He nodded, thankful.

"Can I stay with you?" He asked, still shaking from the shock of, well, everything.

"Of course, at least, until you feel better." He sighed gratefully. "Still need some answers?" Remembering his frantic words from before. He again nods. "Uh, first question, where are you, you are in my house, in Oklahoma. Question t-"

"Oklahoma?"

"Yeah. Anyways, qu-"

"Where in Magia is that?" I looked at him questioningly.

"Magia?"

"This isn't Magia, is it?"

"Nope." He smiled. "Alright, question two, I am Jade Collins. Three, I think I will answer this one with a question, who's following you?"

"Guardsmen from Magia."

"Well, I think they're gone. And, last one, I have no clue what's going on either." He laughed, smiling at me. "What're you gonna do when I leave for school?"

"Well, I don't know what school is, but I guess I'll go with you."

"No. You're too small, you'll die or something." He responds by growing to the size of a normal teenage boy. That's half naked.

"Better?" My face grows red, as I stare at his bare chest, blushing loudly. "Hey, are you okay?"

"You need clothes." I blurt out, and he just shrugs and snaps his fingers, copying the outfit I have on. I burst out laughing.

"What?" I look at him in his black tank top and shorts, and laugh harder. Once I finally collect myself, I show him pictures of normal person clothes. Again he snaps his fingers, and then he's standing there, in dark jeans, a "Garret, Demon Slayer" shirt, with an open flannel shirt over it, and canvas shoes.

"You still can't come." He flops onto my bed, whining.

"But whyyyyyyyyy?" Making me groan in annoyance, I barely know this guy what is he doing?

"Because you can't. Now get to normal size, my parents will be home any minute." He sighs, shrinking himself back to normal, and walking underneath my bed, where he fixed himself a bed. It's only 8:00, but I'm worn out, so I go to sleep as well.