Author's Note: This is what I started for NaNoWriMo 2013, it's not quite finished, but a large hunk of it is. Anyway, the idea entertained me at the time, and any type of response to this would be appreciated.
I glanced up from the book I'd gotten that afternoon at the sound of my door opening. Unsurprisingly, it was my father, and he didn't look as though he was here to discuss how my day had gone. Sighing quietly, I sat my book on my nightstand and looked at him expectantly.
"Your mother told me you were out realm hopping again." I nodded, reminding myself mentally that she wasn't my mother.
"It was more exploring." I responded, "Did I do something I shouldn't have?"
"You're two weeks shy of seventeen. You're no longer allowed out of the three demon realm Kevah. Once you begin to show your abilities, it won't bode well for you in the other areas of the universe."
"I've only ever went to the Fae realms once. I never went after that." I knew that wasn't all he was talking about, but I wasn't going to give up my freedom and ability to visit the world of half my lineage.
"You're not allowed in the mortal realm either." My father gave me a stern look. "You'll be grounded if you go back there; am I understood?"
"Yes sir." I grumbled, glaring at his back as he left my room. Who did he think he was, telling me what I could and couldn't do? Granted, my mind supplied that he was my father and that was technically his job, but it didn't matter. I didn't fit in the demon realms, hell; I didn't really fit anywhere if I were to be honest. However, I was more at ease among the mortals rather than the other demons who teased and bullied me over my blood status.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed; this just meant I'd have be a bit more careful going from place to place. Good thing I'd been practicing getting from my favourite area in one of the gray realms to my bedroom and vice versa. Getting up, I walked over to my desk; the only piece of furniture that I used more than my bed. The top drawer contained nothing but photos and postcards from the various places I'd went to during my exploring. My father hated that I continuously went out of the dark realms, but I'd been doing it for as long as I could manage the teleportation back when I was seven; so almost ten years. I wanted to go and live there permanently once I no longer had to listen to my father and caretaker.
It took me almost a week of behaving near perfect for my caretaker to stop watching me like a hawk, and my father to seemingly forget that I was, in his eyes, a horrible child. On my end, I don't ever think I'd been happier to disappear out of the bleakness I called home and go into the gray realms. Oh how I'd missed the sun.
"You've not been in for quite a while Kevah, what happened to you?" I chuckled quietly at the question. If only the owner of this store knew the half of it.
"I didn't do my chores, I was grounded, and I just got off prison guard." The lie came easily and the older woman nodded.
"As long as you learned your lesson hun." I nodded in response, moving farther back in the shelves of books. This was one of my favourite places in the world. It was always quiet and calm; not to mention there was always a book or two that I felt the need to read.
"I want to take these two, it that alright?" I showed her two paperback books and at her nod dropped the few crumpled bills I'd managed to get ahold of onto the counter as payment.
"Schools starting soon. You still getting homeschooled?"
"I'm actually not sure what I'm doing this year, I'm supposed to go and look at the school here in town and then decide. " I'd come up with the homeschooling excuse back when I was still supposed to be in middle school. Nobody where I came from did schooling like the mortals did. It was up to parents what the kids learned according to demon standards.
"Alright dear, don't let me keep you." I flashed her a smile before exiting her store. Even though I had no need to go to the local school, I found myself heading there. Father never really taught me anything past the basic skills, and I was pretty certain that there was no way I could excel at this type of schooling.
As I got closer to the large brick building, I realised that enrolling in school would be a good way to leave my home for hours a day, and probably have something to do once I'd have to return there in the evenings. This enrolling idea was seeming better the more I thought about it. I decided to at least try and enroll, I mean as long as I managed to keep it a secret from my father.
Having decided, I walked into the building, shivering slightly from the drastic change in temperature. I stood in the main entrance, gawking momentarily, having never seen something quite like the high school, but quickly recovered and headed for the main office.
"What can I do for you?" I looked for the source of the voice, finally pinning it on the middle aged blond typing on the computer.
"I'm looking to enroll for this school year?" I mentally cursed myself for allowing my statement sound like a question.
"Alright dear, you need to fill this out." She handed me a thick stack of paperwork. "Are you a transfer?"
"I've been homeschooled until now." I admitted, almost shyly. My father would be shocked to say the least at how meek I was acting compared to the annoyance I was when speaking with him or the caretaker.
"Alright, just get all this filled out and bring it back and we'll get it all set up, sound good?"
"Yes, thank you." I gave her a small smile before leaving. Once outside, I walked around until I found somewhere that I deemed secluded enough for me to teleport home.
I arrived in my room which thankfully hadn't been disturbed from that morning when I'd left. Grinning, I placed my books and papers in the only locked drawer I owned before stomping down the stairs. The woman was lying on the couch reading something, I wasn't about to guess what, but it looked boring. She looked up when I walked by, glaring as though I'd interrupted something important.
"I'm just grabbing something to eat, that's all." I assured her.
"What have you been doing all morning?" she demanded, sitting up and still glaring at me.
"I slept in, and then I played one of my video games. Now I'm getting something to get because I'm hungry." I said, angry she was being so short with me. Ignoring her and any other part of the conversation that may have occurred, I stomped into the kitchen and started looking through the cabinets. I finally settled on chips and dip, carrying them up to my room.
"She hates me." I told father when he came into my room that evening, the look on his face that he only got when he was about to tell me off for treating my "Mother" badly.
"She's raised you since you were a baby." He snapped. I could have this conversation by myself as often as it took place.
I crossed my arms and sat back against my headboard. "That doesn't mean she doesn't hate me, and it also doesn't make her my mother."
"The whore that bore you isn't your mother. She was a mistake on my part, and nothing to you." Father's eyes narrowed and I had to physically bite my tongue in order not to respond. He was constantly belittling the woman who gave birth to me. The only reason she hadn't kept me was because of dead during the birth; which I know because I asked last time father had gotten drunk enough to be honest with me and not get angry.
"I'm sorry for being disrespectful. I won't do it again." I said calmly, knowing from experience that this would end this sooner than later.
"I know you will. And as incentive, you'll be grounded for a week." True to his nature, he gave me a smirk worthy of the demon he was and walked out of my room. As soon as he'd left, I flopped onto my bed and growled into a pillow. Why did he always have to ground me? I didn't even do anything this time around. Well unless you count blatantly doing what I was told not to, but I didn't get caught so it can't count. That made a week before I'd be able to sneak off to hand in this paperwork, which may be too late. I had no idea when the school year started, and I hadn't started filling anything out. I guess that the grounding gave me time to do that at least.
I ended up lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling angrily until after my so called parents went to bed. Only then did I venture downstairs for food since I'd ignored all calls for dinner earlier in the evening. It took me roughly ten minutes to make myself a sandwich since I was trying to be quiet; but even still; the caretaker was leaning in the doorway when I turned around.
"I expect you to be up and down here to help me with the chores at seven in the morning." She cooed, sounding so fake and sickly sweet, it almost put me off my food.
"Of course, I know the routine, mother." I refrained from spitting the word before slipping past her and back to my room. She was enough to make me lose control on my ability to stay human looking. Once in my room, I had to sit and calm down before my tail made an appearance; the thing hurt like a bitch when it came out and I liked to avoid it as much as possible.
She angered me so much; honestly, I'd been grounded enough in my life to know that I had to be up early to help with the chores. Well more like do them since all she did was complain that I didn't do something right. Of course, I usually managed to acquire myself a longer grounding because the woman would cause me to lose what little temper I possess, and then she'd tell my father that'd I'd been disrespectful. It was the most predictable part of my grounding to be honest.
As I'd been told, the following morning, I showed up downstairs bright and early, only to be set the task of washing the baseboards of the house. Sighed, but grabbed the rags she dropped at my feet and started on the total asinine chore she set for me. As though to add insult to injury, she turned on the radio, forcing me to listen to some horrendous squeaky singer; making me wish I'd had money to buy one of those iPod things that all the mortal kids had.
Thankfully she didn't want to be around me all day any more than I did, and once I'd done the washing she'd ordered, I was free to do anything I wanted provided that it could be done in the house. Smiling, I ran up the stairs to my room, for once looking forward to filling out papers. This routine kept for the rest of the week, I'd even managed to keep my mouth shut around her, though it did result in a couple days with a very uncomfortable sitting situation; but by the following Monday I was home free to leave the house as I pleased.
I managed to get pretty close to the school in order to hand in the god forsaken papers that had taken me way too long to fill out. Honestly, I had to learn how to forge my father's signature and trying to create fake school records when I wasn't exactly sure what I needed was the biggest challenge, but I was pretty sure I'd managed well enough to get in.
"I was wondering when I was going to see you again." The same blond woman from last time smiled at me as I walked into the office and handed her all the stuff she supposedly needed.
"Why don't you take a seat while I get this information added to our system, then we'll sign you up for classes." She gestured to a straight backed chair against the wall while reading through the forms. I did as I was told and sat in the chair, finding it vastly more comfortable than it looked.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally called me back up to the desk. "Alright sweetie, I've put you in your core classes already, and you'll get to choose three electives. This is the list." She passed me a laminated sheet of blue paper. I scanned it, not really understanding what half the classes on the sheet even were, but decided on and art class, a study period, and something called early childhood development.
"Could have these three please?" I asked, pointing to the three classes I'd chosen. She nodded, grinning at the last of them for some reason, but entered them into the computer. She tapped a couple buttons and the machine next to her made a dying animal type noise as it spit out a single piece of paper.
"Alright, this is going to be your schedule, classes will start next week, and we'll assign you a welcome buddy during homeroom." She gave me another dazzling grin which I returned with a thanks before leaving the office. Enrolling in high school was a lot easier than I thought it would be.