Demon Choice

Chapter 1

My name is Suzanne. Not a pretty name. Not a pretty face. And not a pretty heart. Infact, if you ask my friend about me, pretty doesn't even begin. Mostly, arrogant, selfish and mean. Rarely, Im nice. Buts that's a very rare rarely. And did I mention princess? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Im the princess of demons with sparkle on the top. Cool, right? Well, now the princess of demons was getting late for school. Not so cool.

I looked in the mirror for the last time. Ewwwww. Big emerald eyes, thin lips, small nose, curvy figure. And my hair. Damn my hair. Super curly blood red giving volume to my thin oval face. People would think I am a model. I just put up with their stares and try not to roast them in demon hell.

My glance shifted to my neck and there it was. The Key, locked up in a pendant, giving me a heartache. Although, it was ten years ago, it still felt like yesterday. Yesterday was the day when the war between demons and the dead took place. Yesterday was the day when McSwann casted a spell at me. Yesterday was the day when my mother came between us. Yesterday was the day when I fled with Mickel to the human dimension. Eventhough, we won. Eventhough, the dead lost. Im the last of the Cangers and nothing can bloom my dead heart. It is dead. And so am I. Pulling up all the veils I pulled down, I went downstairs.

'Good morning, Princess Suzanne.' Mickel greeted me from the kitchen as I sprang down the stairs. Even seventeen years of living with me hadn't drained all the formality out of him. Mickel is a demon angel. That it an angel. Who is a demon. Technically,he is an exiled angel. Exiled-burnt-guardian angel who is making breakfast for me right now.

'Good morning, Mickel!' I replied as he placed breakfast on the table. Egg and bacon. Meh.

'Im not hungry, Mickel!' I said jumping around our house, looking for my bag.

Not-impressed-Mickel said, 'But princess, its your first day of school. You should be properly nourished. And the clothes you are wearing are highly inappropriate.'

I looked down at my myself. Green tank top and lilac skirt and lilac tights with green converse. What can go wrong with converse? I tried to ignore his comment and looked for my school bag. There. On top of the cupboard. Found it. If a was a good girl with some sense, I would ask Mickel to do it. With his wings and everything. Sadly, I am a brat. I started to open the drawers and started to climb it. Unfortunately, it didn't went the way I was expecting it to go. The drawers were not that strong as I expected and it started to wobble under my weight. I was about to fall so I grabbed the handle of the wardrobe as my life depended on it. The whole wardrobe came stumbling down. So did I. And my bag. I got up removing all the weird stuff that had landed on my beautiful tank top. The lounge was a mess. Potion bottles broken. Magic stick in bits. The wooden pieces of the wardrobe were surrounding me. I found my bag between those..things. I picked it and ran out of the door before Mickel finds what I did.

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Okay so, new school. This must be exciting. I stood there outside the red bricked building. The weather was perfect. Light wind blowing through my bones, the sun sleeping behind the covers of the clouds. I often think of myself as the sun behind the clouds . Sleeping. Dormant. But there. You cant see it, but you can feel it. As a princess, as a normal school girl, I cant fulfil my responsibilities as a queen so I am still a princess. Ill be free this year. Free of all the human biggly boggles. So this is it. The first and the last year. fingers crossed.

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