Garçon Demon I hate how popular girls sashay, their hips swinging pointlessly back and forth, steadily placing one foot directly in front of the other. Hands usually clenching onto some fancy faux fur clutch, sliding against some over priced flowing blouse, making that annoying 'sha sha' sound. "Kiri, can you move?" An annoyingly whiny and disrespectful voice says behind me. Keerstin. My worst enemy in the whole world is standing behind me, waiting for me to obey her every comand to get to her pink sequin decorated locker, which is located right next to mine. Some people wouldn't believe me if I told them that I had a rival so far fetched as Keerstin, but I attend St. Broad's Academy, which basically only includes the academic geniuses and rich snobs who think the run the place. I move out of Keerstin's way to avoid further trouble. I'm on my way to Algebra now, further avoiding Keerstin by taking a path I had ignored until today. I believe it is the club rooms hall. The reason for me never going down this hallway is simply because I am not a part of any club. I rush to the other side of the hall, towards the Mathamatics hall. Hopefully I won't get caught up in some sort of club volunteering rally or something other stupid. "GYAAA!" A terrible, piercing noise rings into my ears, queing me to shuffle faster toward the math hall. I'm almost there. A door swings open just in front of me. "AND STAY OUT!" A girl with hideous pink hair throws a boy out of the room. UMPH! The boy lands directly on top of me, my face stuffed somewhere inside his uniform jacket. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He dislodges my face from his jacket, "Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the nurse?" "No, I'm fine," I stand up too fast, leading to light headedness. "Um, hi, I'm Paris," He stands up too, holding out a small, fragile-looking hand. "I'm Kiri," I reluctantly shake his hand. This is exactly what I was attempting to avoid. "It's nice to meet you," He reveals a creepy looking smile and tilts his head. "Same, say, I gotta go to my Algebra class?" I attempt to pass him, the classroom is in sight, I just have to get passed him and I'll be out of the club hall. "Nah-ah-ah," Paris waves his finger in my face, "First, you'll have to come with me!" He grabs my wrist and drags me away. All I want to do is go to algebra. ~<>~ Yeah, it sounds really cliche, but trust me, it'll get better
I like it... And I don't read a lot of stories here. What caught my eye was 1) It's French (garçon) 2) I saw the word Demon Even though I see no demons, I am still interested.