Mikaela Alexa Luxanna Dyraniece Thelo Areila Katarina W. Tepes

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My uncle parked the car outside my new school. As I mean by new school, I transferred. But I transferred in a not-so-ordinary way. Well that's because my last school found out I was an Obscurum. Most of them did, so my father, King Theodore William Tepes III burned my last school and killed all who knew I was the Princess of Obscurum. That is because NO HUMAN should know we are immortal or else there will be imbalance and another war shall start. Actually my dad burned 150 schools already, not counting the last one, since I was in high school for over 5000 years. 

"Mika, you sure you're gonna be fine?" my uncle asked

"Yes uncle im pretty sure." I replied 

"Remember what your father told you.."

"Never trust anybody, epecially humans, for they are as cunning as the Daemoniums." we said altogether.

"Alright then, I know youre a good girl, and you know how to follow orders, the only problem is you are forgetful, and you cant control your powers.."

"Yes yes yes uncle I know I knoooow. I can learn how to control them for like a thousand years more and uncle, im 3,515 years old.. its natural for me to forget stuff.. 'kay??"

My uncle scoffed and patted my head.

"You truly are just like your mother."

"Only if I had a chance to meet her, right uncle?"

"Its not your fault she died a thousand years ago Mikaela, she was mortal, and your father can do nothing to bring her back to life."

"Life without a mom is really hard uncle.."

"I know Mika, I know. Now go. Your gramps is waiting.."

"Right.. BYE UNCLE !!" I waved as I stepped out of the car.

"Bye Luxanna.." my uncle said as he closed the car door.

It's Mikaela uncle. M-I-K-A-E-L-A. Is it too hard to mention? Well he was the one who named me Lux so I don't mind. My name is Mikaela Alexa Luxanna Dyraniece Thelo Areila Katarina W. Tepes. SO LONG isn't it? Actually its just Mikaela W. Tepes. My name is that long because my parents, grandparents , uncle and aunt argued about what name should I get. So, to conclude, my dad mixed up ALL THE NAMES they mentioned and TADA here I am suffering the pain of having a long name.

Im an Obscurum, the Angel of the Dark, under the patronage of St. Micheal, the warrior saint who lead God's forces (that's us, the Obscurum) againts Satan. Read it, its in the Book of Revelation, the final part of the New Testament. Actually Im not just an Obscurum, im the Daughter of "King Theodore William Tepes" and that makes me a princess. Oh don't imagine me looking like a pale stick suffering for youth and blood. I never age. I stay 16 forever ! Ha! No actually, Im going to age according to my deeds (most of us stop aging by the age of 30 and our one year is like 500 years of Earth revolution)

Anyway, my dad sent me to this school, St. MIcheals University for two reasons:

One, Great Great Great Daddy Gramps was really close with St. Micheal, especially they were war buddies.

Two, my Mommy Gramps is the principal of this school.

Actually by the MOMMY GRAMPS thing.. she's not the old Gramps that has white hair and the obvious 10, 000 year old thing. She actually looks like a 29 year old supermodel with an S-lined body figure. No wonder daddy gramps fell for her. 

Now here I am in front of the school campus, surrounded by nerds, geeks, jocks, emos, sluts and some guys who is french kissing at benches, which is so.. GROSS !

"THELO! There you are my dear!"

Oh great, here's gramps.

"Hey grammy." I greeted as I kissed her cheeks.

"Shut your mouth Othelo, do I look like a grandma to you??"

I looked at her from head to toe.

"Nah, nope, nada."

"Good gracious, look at you, you're... a mess! Look at your hair, colored in shades of red and orange. You're clothes are all tattered and your shoes are muddy! What's this on your eyes? Is this eyeliner? My Gods, Thelo Is this the face you're going to show me after 100 years we haven't seen each other?"

"Gramps, I've been like this for over 3000 years of my life, and please stop calling me Thelo. Im Mikaela." 

"I named you Thelo AFTER your father."

"Ya ya ya.. wutever"

"Come I'll show you to your room.."

Yeah here comes the mess..

When I arrived at my classroom everyone looked like, rats.

Not that I mean that they're as messy as I am, I call them white rats because they're too clean, and I DEFINITLEY hate white rats.

Grammy is talking with my new adviser that looks somewhat like the she-elf I saw in The Lord of The Rings.

I looked at my soon-to-be classmates and they are all staring at me with that "What the f*** is this our new classmate" stare.

"Ok everyone, this is your new classmate, Mikaela, dear, please introduce yourself"

"Uhm.." 

I was stuttering. Its not that Im not used to this thing. In fact I've been doing this for over a thousand years.  Its just, there's too much white rats. Im blinded by the cleanliness. 

"My name is MIkaela Tepes, I'm sixteen years old, I live in Fayette, County, Pennsylvania."

"Wait, so you're like, a vampire?" a girl wearing nerd glasses said

"Wow, she's a vampire boo-hoo I'm so scared." said the blonde girl in pink tank-top that looks like a slut.

"Hahha that's what the nerd says!" said a guy that looks like a football player.

"Ok dear just pick a seat. Wherever you want." smiled my teacher.

Look right-- sluts

Look left-- geeks

Look front-- feelers/still sluts

Look back-- oh an empty seat beside a gamer.

I put my bag aside and sat down as if I was sitting on my sofa.

"Yo.." said the gamer girl.

I just stared at her and then looked at my chair..

Wow what a nice chair..

I promised my dad I wouldn't talk to anybody, well so be it.

-------AFTER 10000000000000000000000000000000 hours------

FINALLY ! The class had ended. I survived not talking to anyone.

Uncle's car is parked just beside the other cars. I saw him leaning on his car.

"There she is.." he said as he stood straight.

"Hey uncle!" I said as I ran towards him.

"How was school?"

"Uh, fine I guess.."

"How's your grammy?"

"Still beautiful as usual, never grows old.''

"That's good.. now let's go home"

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