Different | Billie Eilish

Chapter 1

Y/n's POV.

I grab my Jansport backpack and walk out the door. "Bye mom!" I yell and shut the door behind me. School is about a block or so from my house so I just walk everyday. About halfway to school I see them, those kids. They bully about everyone and they never show up to school, not even for one period. I roll my eyes as the usual taunts come in "Hey, daddy issues!" One of them yells. "What's up freak." Another one calls. Today I was wearing some denim shorts, a black shirt, and a leather jacket with pins, making them do their usual cat calling. "Damn mama, you looking fresh." Someone says, looking me up and down. "Fuck baby, those thighs. I want my head between them." One of them yells, my fists clench and I turn to face the person. "Ya know what, fuck off." I say, giving him a stare. "Stop being such a bitch love. You should smile more." He says, grinning. "Fuck off." I huff, walking away. I walk to school with my head down, headphones in.

Once I get to school, I look around for my people. "Another day of hell." My best friend, Nina, says. "Yeah." I say, taking one of my earbuds out. To be honest tho, this is nothing like hell. Ya know how I know this? Because I'm a demons daughter, born and raised. I was born in hell and on my 5th birthday got sent up here. My mom is human, a weird one. See the thing about my dad was he was sharp, always wore a suit and tie and his eyes were ruby red. My mom fell for him, and after a night of drinks...here I am! A mistake, misfit, part demon child. I'm mostly human tho, 90% human and 10% demon. But they didn't know that..yet. He took her down to hell to try and help us, but it didn't work. It just ended up making it worse. When I was born, they didn't know how much human or demon I am. He took care of me like any father would, giving me sweets and spoiling me. But at the age of 5, everything took a turn for the worst. They found out that I was mostly human and said that I couldn't stay. My father tried to fight them, but he couldn't win. My mom and I ended up fleeing back to here and I've grown up ever since. I'm 16 now and even though it's been a little while, I still remember my father...and I miss him..a lot.

Nina doesn't know this about me tho, she never questions why when my emotions get the better of me, my eyes turn ruby red. Or when I "accidentally" started a fire on one of the bullies desk when they were being mean to my classmates by the touch of my hand. She never questions why, in outdoor school, I couldn't be hurt by fire or how I could make burn marks on the tree trunks with a flick of my wrist.

I walk into school and sit at my desk, I like to sit in the very back of the classroom. It gives me a advantage point. My favorite memory here was when I made a mini paper airplane and threw it across the room, I placed one of my self ignited flames on it and once it landed, I snapped my fingers and it bursted into flames. The entire class was shocked and I just laughed in my little corner. I never use these things for bad, only for tricks and for good. When I use it for good, it's usually when someone's being mean or acts like they were sent straight from hell, when sometimes I think they are. "Y/n." My teacher calls out, snapping me out of my gaze. "What's the answer to this problem?" He says, pointing towards the board. "-64" I say, he nods his head before returning back to the board. My eyes flash as I see a group of guys whispering about a girl next to them. "God, why can't they just leave everyone alone." I huff under my breath. I cross my arms and put one of my earbuds in, gripping onto my leather jacket. My eyes flash red for a second and I see a burn mark on my jacket, I sigh. "Not again."

After a while I feel someone throw a crumpled up piece of paper hit my head and I turn around to see a couple of guys chuckling. I pick up the piece of paper and reads what it says.

Hey fucker, you wanna go on a date with Ryan? He says you're hot but he's too scared to ask. He's also a freak so both of you would be perfect together!

Date? <3
[] yes []no

The handwriting above looks like one of the guys handwriting. But the "date, yes no." Handwriting looks like Ryan's. I mean don't get me wrong, Ryan's cute and all. He's athletic, smart, funny...but the thing is...I'm gay as fuck. Like if I was straight, I would've loved to. But I'm not. I quickly check the no box and write a little "sorry, I'm gay." Next to it. I throw it back to him and the guys read it before laughing and handing it back to Ryan. He quickly writes something down on the paper before throwing it back at me, but it was light this time. Not like the one that hit my head. I read the paper "oh, that's okay. I'm actually gay asf but they've been pressuring me. You're still super hot tho, them girls got a good one. If I could be turned straight, you would be the one to do it. Go get em. :)" it says on the paper, I chuckle to myself and pretend to be mad, knowing that the guys are still looking at me. When they see my reaction they start to laugh and nudge him, clearly not seeing what he wrote me. Once it all died down they go back to talking amongst themselves, I catch Ryan's gaze and he gives me a small "thank you." I nod my head and give him a thumbs up.