Ok, You know how my bro's an author? Well I decided to try it too!! Well, here it is!

My life was never normal. I was criticized and hated for speaking my mind. The people of this world refuse to believe it, but I have known the truth for a very long time now. Our world is ruled by demons. I’ve been seeing them for a while now, and I’ve even befriended a few of them, but these, are just the lesser demons. I’ve witnessed murders done by demon hands. Cases left unsolved by the police. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rikú, Rikú Tamayuki, and I live in Tokyo, Japan. I am 14, and have just started high school. It was the first day of school and I was walking to my new classroom, when a boy ran into me. He had glasses and funny hair, but then, I was one to talk. My own hair was a ridiculously bright red and was longer than it should be allowed, but then, even the adults doubted my sanity. The boy started to apologize, but when he saw who I was, he just backed away with a frightened look on his face. I wasn’t the least bit offended. This was the reaction I got every time someone touched me. It’s like they think I’m some sort of disease. I pushed back the sliding door to the classroom for class 1a, and walked into the room. The slight noise that had been there was gone now, the sight of me stopping the speech from emerging. Yep. The classic creepy girl scenario. The reaction I got every time the school year started. Nothing new, but it still hurt. These people knew me from Junior High, and wouldn’t try to get to know me any more now than they did then. In short, another hopelessly dull, yet mandatory school year.
It has been two months since school started, and nothing interesting has happened. At least, not in the human world. The demons, however, were getting restless. They hardly showed themselves in town any more, and the amount of murders was falling rapidly. Even the usually docile demon that stayed in my mansion was acting weird. I decided to ask him about it when I got home from school today. There was a new student transferring into my class today. Apparently he was from Okinawa. Maybe he would try to get to know me better, the hope of having someone to talk to made me smile as I walked into class. The teacher was already introducing the transfer student as I walked in. “Miss Tamayuki! I’ve told you a thousand times, knock before you enter late!” Mrs. Kuabara practically screamed in my face. Some students snickered as I simply shrugged and walked on in to my desk by the window. I looked outside with a bored expression on my face, the one I knew got on her nerves. And sure enough, she yelled “Miss Tamayuki! Go stand in the hall!” All I had to do was turn my attention to her, and she stammered a frightened, “Or you could just stay there.” This made a few other students burst out laughing. “Go Rikú!” Shouted one, and soon there was a cheer going on for me. I laughed a bit at this. That quieted them. When I laugh, it’s never a good sign. After the silence had been established, Mrs. Kuabara resumed her introduction of the new student. His name was Kyo Takanaka...

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