Ok...So it has been two weeks since I got sent to this hellhole(pun intended), and today is the day I have been dreading the most. The first day of school. Yes even though I am a demon I have to go to school so I don’t look hella sus. Not that I don't already feel it being as though I am in the world of humans.

GODDDDD.School sucks. I have been looking at myself in the mirror for 15 minutes straight. Like why does it even matter? So I have decided on the look of a fifteen-year-old skater boy, you know. Long sleeves under the t-shirt...beanie...pants with majorly oversized holes in them? OK I know I look like a dweeb but you know who cares? NOT ME...Ok maybe I do but I can't dress like I did in Hell or people are gonna think I'm wack.

Oh lord help me, Ansel just told me to get my butt downstairs or he is gonna drag me down there. Ok, maybe we have gotten along more than I want to admit...But he’s pretty chill. I mean he is more like a man-child but we get along. And on the plus side, he’s kinda funny. So ya I like him you should like him WE ALL LIKE HIM. Anyway ;~; I still have school.

I walk down the stairs only to get laughed at by this man-child-demon. He just sits there laughing at me like he just saw the funniest thing in the world. He’s doubled over the counter laugher and I just stand there confused. Eventually, he stands up from the floor...Where he had fallen a little while ago and says,

“Is that what you're wearing to school?”He laughs again but not as harshly.

“Yes... Is it that bad?”I mutter.

“Uhhhhhhhhh... It’s that bad and worse. But it kinda suits you so don’t worry. SKATER BOY.”He doubled over laughing again.

I just stand there and make a sound between a demon growling, and a puppy whimpering. Ya, it sounded just like you imagine it. Weird

“O-Ok” He wipes his eyes from the tears that were slipping from them.”We should probably get you to school, then, me back in bed.”

When we get out to the car I say, "Tomorrow I'm driving my new motorcycle to school." He then states that the only reason he is dropping me off is that he has to sign paperwork.

We both put on our coats and jump into his Pininfarina Battista(yes a cool car if I do say so myself... but not as cool as my baby...My motorcycle) and drive to what is my new school.