Chapter 1

= POV: Amelia =

I sigh, my shoulders slumping as I shift from foot to foot.

"Coonyans!" Arlbright yells loudly. I wince his mouth being too close to the whistle causing a loud piercing sound.

"はい (Hai)" I respond letting my tongue cut the silence. I sigh loudly and cross my arms leaning on one foot. I exhale my sigh through the corner of my mouth lifting the chunk of red hair off my right eye letting onlookers have a glance at my ptosis. Sneakers squeak loudly as heads turn to the door.

"Kelsr, here," he snickers as he jogs up to me in the back corner. "Morning Ame," he murmurs into my ear as he leans against the folded-up bleachers. I glance around the gym. The floors are a dark color from dirty gym shoes. The walls are a hideous olive color. I snicker under my breath. Oliver. I laugh to my amusement. I glance over at Jacobs Kelsr. He's a skinny kid. He claims he's 5'7" but to my measurements, he's about 174 cm. His inky black skin seems to consume any light and contrasts with his bright scarlet hair. Its messy dull unbrushed and shoulder length. He never ties it up so it always hangs in damp clusters. His large eyes show little remorse for the crimes he committed. They're deeps pools of red to match his hair. No iris or pupil. Just a red sclera. His horns poke through his messy tufts of hair that surround the base. He claims that by his measurements they're 18 in. I only measure my left one at around 46cm. My right one is about 15. 2/3 of it was sawed off one night as I walked home to be sold for money online on the black market. Void demon horns are expensive. I hope they enjoyed the 10,000 talcs that it must've cost. It hurt bad for me because we have veins up there too. I could've bought my horn back if I had the money.

"Hey Ame, watch this," Jacobs snaps me out of my thoughts as he bends backward holding onto his leg.

"Are you sure your spine can do that?"

"Yes yes, it's fine Amelia I do this many times at the-" A snap breaks his sentence. "OWWWW OH HOLY F*** S***! MOTHERF*****!" He cries out loudly. Arlbright rushes over. He doesn't even care about Jacobs who has fallen over to the floor clutching his ankle. It's like he can't decide whether to hold his right ankle or his left wrist.

"JACOBS KELSR FOR THE LAST TIME OFFICE NOW NO CURSING IN MY CLASS!" Arlbright yells. I grab Jacobs's right hand and pull him onto my shoulder. He whimpers as tears fall down his face in pain. I walk as he attempts to hobble next to me. His blue gym shorts brush my knee as he hops. He keeps cursing under his breath as we walk across the gym to the one exit. Arlbright shoves an office pass into Jacobs's hurt hand. We wander the halls before my shoulder hurts and we sit both panting. Tears still streak Jacobs's face and his hair and skin have become slightly damp with sweat. I can't begin to imagine the pain that fills him. The nurse is conveniently on the other side of the school.

"Alright alright," he pants as he leans against the wall. "Wanna skip?" he grins through his pain. "I'm sure my wrist is just dislocated and well we can check out my ankle."

"No! I will not skip and be affiliated with...YOU!" My mind raced at the idea of skipping school. I don't want to do it...but it is a tempting concept. I shake the thoughts from my head angry for letting him get to me. I stand up frustrated. What I was going to do was grab our backpacks from the locker rooms but I don't tell him.

“Wait Amelia I can't walk please come back,” he pleads from the bench as I walk away.

“いいえ (iie)” I spit behind my back. He cries out.

I walk the halls for a little to kill time before heading back to the changing rooms. I sneak into the boys and snag his bag before calmly stepping into mine. The walls are a concrete block and dull lockers with chipped paint like the tri corridor room. I clutch both bags in my hand before dashing away like a mother who left her child. I step towards him and extend my hand with his bag in my grasp. A smirk paints a new perspective on his face from mine. "Where were you thinking?"

TRANSLATION NOTES

1; Hai-Yes

2: iie-No